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A resounding slap and soon the sound of something clattering was followed by a gruff voice, “You will be respectful when addressing the prince you bitch!” “Mursha please, resistance was to be expected,” the voice sharply responded, followed by a growl from the prince’s companion, “They know what the plan is, is it due to no fault on our own if they do not comply. Two days ladies, please reconsider, I implore you. I bid you both goodnight.” He said, throwing open the tent flap, Rex peaked around the corner and watched them stride down the slight rise, he watched the prince lean in close to his wide-shouldered companion and say in a low voice when he was sure he was far enough away from hearin

Immediately I entered I saw something new, the crybaby prince was now looted all shiny and gallant. It seems they are experts at hiding emotions in their family. "What do I owe this visit?" He asked. "Don't play dumb for you know why I am here," I said. "Well, I am still going to fight for my kingship and win the title: though it may take time, Kingslanding is a kingdom and not a republic!" He said. "Sorry, it's all that I can say," I said.

He feels his cock throb in his princely garb, and he closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling for a moment before forcing himself to focus on the fact that he did not know where Noelle had stashed the stolen moon and as such, could not recover, return it or even right all that is currently wrong with their entire world. After working almost all night, going from meeting after meeting with his father, the King of Evergreen, the Prince finally gets time off. He walks into his room at the wee hours of the morning all exhausted and even a little famished. The usual bread and fruit tray lies beautifully in his room, and he takes some grapes off and throws them into his mouth, munching tiredly but gr

Covering my head with the hood of the cloak I had managed to grab from a clothing rack, a woman having placed it to dry before it started pouring, I slowly made my way to the old man’s wooden trolley, which had the grains, with the prince being that close to him, I couldn’t risk getting caught stealing fruits, therefor grains would be a lot easier to take, hide, and run away with. Carefully putting a few bags of grains inside my pouch, I could swear I saw the prince looking at me for a second before going back to speaking to the man, somewhat distracting him, it wasn’t until our eyes met, everything seemed to slow down as our brown eyes held contact for a few seconds longer than necessary, h

"Oh really? So you can use it? I am curious whether your little champion can produce the best seed to create your offspring later." Deon grabbed Dustin's shirt again, shaking him full of anger. "Damn it, because of this face of yours I cannot kill you!" Dustin kept laughing, enjoying his provocation. "You keep blaming our identical faces, but if you really can be better than me, why not just compete? There is still a position higher than mine, the chairman's seat. It is difficult to reach, but I am sure you know how to get it." Dustin's words made Deon fall silent for a moment, his mind beginning to turn. Even when Dustin pushed Deon back to release his grip, Deon was still silent.

Speaking of sweat he looked like he had been out battling with pigs. Even in the mist of the dirt and sweat the fourth Prince still shone out like a glitter of Gold. The fourth prince. The one who is known to be as a ruthless and a merciless prince. The one who doesn’t blink an eye when killing an enemy or someone who has offended him. It was the same prince whom she just tainted a royal cloak! She was in deep trouble and no one was coming forth to nab her out of it. The maidens she was with making their way to the kitchen had suddenly disappeared leaving her to face the beast alone. Not one single person in the room moved or spoke a word as they watched the scene unfold.

“I’ve only come to pay my respects.” “In… in this manner?!” She yells, face rumpled in disgust as she takes in his appearance. “You’re barely dressed. You barged in here with whores and you reek of alcohol! Why on earth do you keep tainting the royal family’s name?! Don't you have any respect for the king or the crown prince?!” There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs.

A prince who walked out of today’s session furious. A prince whose silence meant something dangerous. Good. Let them fear me. Fear made men honest, if only briefly. I moved deeper into the ballroom, crossing beneath archways wrapped in fresh flowers and past fountains overflowing with roses dyed to match the royal colours. Ice sculptures shaped like mythical beasts glittered in the candlelight, shallow attempts at opulence in a kingdom struggling to hide its own decay. Servants hurried past carrying trays heavy with delicacies imported from neighboring lands, lands pretending they weren’t watching Eldenwald’s drought with morbid curiosity.

they move to the cell. When they reach in with their fires the room seems a little bit clear. Elgin moves the little gift for Eve. Kidron frowns because their dad insisted on no food. "Who is that by you?" Eve asks. "My brother the prince, and the heir to the throne of the aqua kingdom." Elgin introduces and Kidron bends whispering into his sister's ears "Was it really necessary." she simply laughs, she loves pulling his legs. "My Prince" Eve bows sarcastically though she remains sitted on the floor, no strength to get up. Her shabby hairs covered her face. She pushes her hair behind her ears to take a good luck at the princess.

A voice sounded through the hallway. Prince Lucius walked into the throne room elegantly, "Anyone against this?" His rough voice was enveloped by the sweaty foreheads of the elders and the whistling wind blowing into the palace, Elder Sage stood up, "But we haven't concluded that of the strangers in the palace including the insane girl–" He was cut off by a short growl and pair of hands gripping his neck that the elders acted like they saw nothing - no one would dare say a word when the Prince is in dominance, not even his father.