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Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

When the princess saw that someone was walking after her, she turned and stared at him. He smiled, "Hi, my name is Damian. I just saw you for the first time today and I just came into the kingdom. I want to say you're so beautiful." What is this?" she asked, shocking Damian. "Look at how disgusting you look! What makes you think you can talk to me? Have you no respect? Guards! Why would you let someone like this talk to me? Look at the way he's dressed. He's even smelling! If I talk to people like this, what do you think of my reputation? You want to drag it through the mud!"

"Sorry, I can't give respect to those who don't know how to give it back." "You fuc--" Right before Princess Celine could even say another word, the halls became busy. Everyone gave their respects to the prince who walked in their direction. The prince quickly gave his greetings with a blank expression on his face. He's looking very unimpressed and uninterested. But he saw the table where the three princesses were. He could see how Seri's nostrils were still flared; it looked like it was from anger. And Princess Celine, looking like she just got scammed, stood beside her, fuming with hatred. He knew instantly what he had to do to at least entertain himself that morning.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

He gritted his teeth and glared dangerously at me. "Today, that tutor came into my office and slammed his test paper in my face. Mr Prince didn't bother to attempt even a single question in a paper. What a disgrace? Yesterday, he burned her and she made a complaint for the same. How long will I keep it? Either, I will kill him or her. She already knows that we are no ordinary human. We are demons of hell!!!" Father was disappointed and that human was the reason. How dare she make complaints to him? I will not spare her this time. She had crossed all the limits.

“What now? Can’t you see, I am a bit preoccupied. He said, opening the door, a little bit larger for Dan to see Ambrosia sitting down, on the chair holding the scroll. It could see that it contained, the seal, of the royal prince and he knew that it was no ordinary scroll. He scowled at this, he had always hated Ambrosia since their days of slavery, and she didn’t exactly light a bulb for him either. Dan knew that Ambrosia was a scheming woman, who had the prince wrapped around her finger, and she is nothing of what she said, she was. She was a liar, a thief, and a cheat. She should be thrown, back, into the pits of the dungeons. She wasn’t even full Northern Isles blood, he wasn’t even sure

Just got home, suddenly she was surprised by the absurd letters from hers father. Louis Cyn. Hers own father had the heart to marry herself off to someone she did not even know his origins, what kind of person he was and what his character was. Just yesterday hers father came home from a business trip in America. And now, that statement hers father brought with him almost made her scream in annoyance.

The Prince kissed her neck, letting his free hand feel her face. Her eyelashes fluttered shut, lips trembled and tugged between her teeth as she left out some weird noises. Her lips were soft, wet and either full or swollen; he had no idea. The way she shook, he stopped. No! He doesn’t know what it was but he wasn’t stupid to understand what might happen later. He was young, though not a child, still as a Prince he cannot afford to make hasty mistakes. Also, he doesn’t know the girl’s age. As the Prince of Beverly, he has a reputation to keep and a future to hold. So, it was better to stop!

Standing right in front of me is the devil himself. "The princess is awake!". He sneered. "You son of a bitch! How dare you! Untie me now!" "Hahahahaha, stop struggling princess, it's of no use. Anyways, you look beautiful, as always, you're looking hot". He said as he squat in front of me before untying my hands.

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.