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Does Prince have the story in the books of the elites been full-field? Nora continues with all that the elite books predicted and after, I would answer you ok?. Ok Prince the elite books predicted that the prince no matter how difficult the journey he would survive. The books are go-ahead to predict that no matter what such Prince would steal a booklet with the inscription The supreme power book for conjurers. The elites say that book was forbidden for a human to handle. Were you able to bring the booklet? Lastly, Prince the elites have also predicted that you would bring along with you to the Indo continent a spiritual bird that rests in the spiritual realm. Do you have the bird as predicte

My prince…did I ever tell you about the last tailor, I had… she said smiling as she tried to get his attention, but the chariot stopped as the driver, opened the door for them and announced. My prince, we have arrived, at the town square. He said bowing as the prince nodded his head, freeing himself from Ambrosia’s hold came down from the chariot so did Ambrosia. The driver announced, Citizens of the Great Northern Isles, your prince is before you today. Show your respects. He shouted as everyone everywhere quickly went on both knees, children and aged people not left out. You shouldn’t have said that. The Prince chided the driver who looked a bit remorseful as the prince motioned for them t

Her fingers mischievously grazed Erwin's face. "Ah, you must be the Bloodthirsty Prince, Prince Erwin. I have heard many tales about your good looks, but oh my prince, that tale does not do you justice. They say you are the most beautiful human, but that is wrong. You are still the most beautiful even if the gods are beside you. How could you? All the men in the world would be jealous of your good looks. All the women would want to fuck you." "I need your help."

"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 prince stated firmly, ignoring his cousin. “No, I can’t seem to wrap my head around this, she’s not even your type.” Alpha Rylan replied with frustration. The prince didn't say anything, his shoulders were tense when his cousin spoke again. “Oh, I get it now.” I heard Alpha Rylan mutter. “You’re deceiving her right?” “No I’m not,” The prince frowned deeply at him. “I’m not rejecting her, she doesn’t deserve to be rejected because of her lack of a wolf.” He answered in a soft voice.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

Maybe if I just- He tilts his head. Slow. Precise. Like he’s reading my thoughts. A cold ripple crawls down my spine. “It’s fine,” I mutter under my breath, adjusting the mask. “Just another spoiled freak show.” I take a step forward. Then another. The crunch of gravel beneath my shoes sounds deafening in the still air. Three steps away. Two. Then his hand shoots out. A gloved palm hits my chest- firm, controlled, commanding. The kind of touch that doesn’t ask, doesn’t warn - just acts.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

Niccolo asked. "You can still be a prince, but you don't have a good heart. It's better to be a prince with a good heart than having a cruel heart. Do you want to be a prince with a cruel heart, huh?" She asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I don't want to be a prince with cruel heart. It'll make me ugly. A prince becomes more handsome if he has a good heart. Do you agree with me?" Niccolo said, smiling.

I almost believed him, because he sounded painfully sincere but greed still crossed his face as he spoke, eyes never leaving Cayden's chest where the parchment was. After he was done speaking, a very impatient voice came out. This one had no time to even mince his words, they were as crude and cruel as they came. That was the third prince. “You shameless disgrace? You are nothing but a murderer and a sinner, what makes you think you are meant to have that parchment? Return that parchment to the royal family immediately.” Cayden remained motionless. His silence further infuriating them. The entire hall remained tense, some nobles quietly taking their leave. Honestly, I also wanted to leave bu