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He could feel it, the cruel prince was up to one of his games again and he was going to drag him into it. Issac stood ramrod his hands behind him, "Of course! I have to rescue the crown prince!" "Good. You pick up faster than I thought." Aldric grinned, his white sharp teeth making him look more fiendish than he was supposed to look. It took everything in Isaac not to run away when the cruel prince approached him till they were standing face to face. "Now, this is what you are going to do…."

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

His love for me is no different from his love for a pet. My fingers clenched tightly. I raised my eyes and silently gazed at Prince Kral's face, resisting the urge to accept the glass of wine he held. As the darkness in his golden eyes expanded, I offered a faint smile. "No, Your Highness, I'm feeling a bit unwell and prefer not to indulge in alcohol." Prince Kral's smile gradually faded, and his eyes narrowed. He leaned closer, his voice filled with suppressed displeasure. His emotions seemed like an overloaded ship, teetering on the edge of capsizing beneath his calm facade.

The councilmen, now acutely aware of the magnitude of their actions, could do naught but bow before the inexorable force that was Crown Prince Inas. As the councilmen slowly began to emerge, their faces etched with a mix of resignation and fear, the council room bore witness to a macabre tableau. The crown prince wasted no time, his actions swift and deliberate. One by one, their fates were sealed, their cries silenced by the grotesque brutality of the act. The room was painted in a grotesque tableau, a horrific testament to the crown prince's unyielding resolve.

"So, you're telling us you're a wolf in sheep's clothing? You can use any method to get what you want, right? Is this how you are going to be King if given a chance? A villain King who will oppress the people of Andorra to get what you want, right? As long as the end justifies the means?" "Huh!" The people were appalled again. "These are indeed the early signs of such a king!" "He will stoop so low to get whatever he wants." "We can't have a king like this." "People of Andorra!" The Prince spoke loftily, "do not not be misled by such a man. He is vile and dispicable. And it will be a pity for my Princess to marry this deutch. I can promise you a better future. I the Prince-" "Have done more

Therefore, Crown Prince Ruarc of the noble Icelands, can take his orders and shove them up his tight little hole because I would bow to no one. Alpha or Omega. “Crinka, I don’t want to hurt you, so drop the fucking knife and step the fucking back”, Ruarc yelled. Had I remained that Crinka, the one who was too quick to accept her fate, the demeaning fate bestowed upon her, I would have stepped back. But I am not that Crinka, thus, the Crown Prince would like to think again, before infusing alpha’s dominance in his tone, because this Crinka, would bow to no one.

for three days nothing happened, but at last in the night the Princess heard something flutter against her window, and drawing back her curtains she saw in the moonlight that it was an Eagle. limping across at her utmost speed she threw the window open, and the great Eagle sailed in beating with his wings for joy. the Princess lost no time in offering it the carbuncle box, which it grasped in its talons, and instantly disappeared, leaving in its place the most beautiful Prince she had ever seen, who was splendidly dressed, and wore a diamond crown.

"Huh? If this is true, there will be an uproar tomorrow. But well, even if the prince's face is ugly, the uproar will still happen. Well! Brother, how about we make a bet?" Suddenly, the fifth prince looked at the crown prince with a hopeful gaze. "Huh? Bet on what?" asked the crown prince. "Let's bet on how ugly the prince is and how excited the people who come there tomorrow will be. The prize is your hundred-year-old drink and my hundred-year-old fish. How about it?" said the fifth prince, offering his idea to the crown prince.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

"My apologies for disappointing you, your highness, but there is nothing more." The crown prince stood up and smirked. He uttered, "Is that so? I heard something remarkable had happened. I heard there was a strange light, did my ears deceive me?"strange light Duke Fedelin gasped, failing to compost his poise. "It's not the reaction I was expecting for someone who does not know what I was talking about," says the crown prince with a smile. However, after a blink of an eye, his face had turned into a cruel man who was about to do bad deeds. "You have reached my patience. I'm afraid if you fail me this time, you don't have another chance to prove your worth. You know what happens to those who a