The Insipid Prince's Furtive Grab For The Throne นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Feliks began, “there lived a Prince with no grand title. People called him the Bay Prince—because he was more often seen on a great flat rock than seated on a cold golden throne.” Vasiliya nodded. Approving of the prince’s lifestyle choices. “The Bay Prince didn’t have many friends. The world felt too loud, too hurried. That rock was the only companion who knew how to be silent alongside him.” A beat. The quiet deepened the room. “Until one afternoon, a princess climbed up onto his rock.” “Princess Braids-with-Ribbons!” Vasiliya announced immediately—even though she had the name memorized years ago.

But beneath that striking exterior lies a darkness I can’t quite grasp… a shadow that lurks just behind his charming smile. Dinner is served, an array of lavish dishes that would make even the most extravagant feasts seem humble. Each bite feels heavy in my mouth, the flavors a stark contrast to the anxiety bubbling within me. The Prince speaks about the union of our kingdoms, his words dripping with ambition, and I can’t shake the feeling that I am nothing more than a pawn in his grand game. “Soon, you will be mine in every way,” he states, his gaze unwavering, as if he’s already claiming me as his trophy. “Together, we will bring our families into a new era of strength. No one will dare to

“I—I was only—” “Spare me the excuses.” 'Prince Ron' waved a hand, and an invisible force yanked Cordin forward, dragging him to his knees before the prince. He crouched down, meeting Cordin’s panicked gaze with a predator’s grin. “Do you know what amuses me most? That you thought drugging me would be enough to keep me from seeing through your pathetic little scheme.”

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.”

Asking excess taxes to everyone–rich or indigent, and constructing laws that didn't only keep every person under his control but also reducing their choices and rights to live accordingly–are the most evident of his cruelty, for the reason that he have to invest more for the kingdom's defense and weapons, thus, collecting almost every penny to do those who can give and to discipline his people. King Marcellus isn't only the problem in the southern kingdom but also his only son, Prince Anouk. It is no doubt that this son of him, his heir, also reek of his unrighteous deeds and attitude. As a spoiled and arrogant person, Prince Anouk is so full of himself and think that he's the best prince in

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

My brother could suck my invisible dick before I ever bent a knee for him. “Just because you are mated to me doesn’t mean you lose your title as princess. You will be expected to bow only to the king and queen.” He said. I frowned, perplexed. “What world do you live in? I lost everything when I left those dragon borders. I'm just a nobody.” I said, bitter. Thinking about the life I'd left behind angered me, but this was not the right time for it, my anger had no place at this moment. Instead, I would use it as the drive to fight for my position in this court and rise up like a phoenix.

The Prince abruptly stands, his chair scraping along the hardwood floor. "I think I'll go.” "We haven’t even had dessert!” Crimson protests. "I think I lost my appetite." He walks for the exit, leaving everyone at the table stunned. I scramble up, chasing after him. I need him to know that I didn’t intend to hurt him. I’ve just been assuming he hates me, that he couldn’t care less if I loved someone else. "Vade!" I call out down the hallway. He stops, albeit reluctantly. "What is it, Avila?"

Please let this not be real. As soon as he reached her room, he noticed that her closet was empty. The book that held the history of the kingdom was on her desk and opened to a certain page. He didn't bother to check it since he immediately went to the balcony. Just as the twins have said, there was a makeshift rope that she used to climb down. He heard someone curse behind me. He turned to see that the rest of the princes were able to catch up. Fred got up from his position and made his way to the princes.