The Prince And The Guard Novels & Stories

The men looked at each other for a moment. Then, a Westerner leading the group walked forward, prepared to slap Prince to the ground. Bam! Prince smacked the man down with his crutch without holding back. He then swung the crutch down again. Crack! A bone was snapped immediately. Since Harvey gave the order to break some legs, Prince naturally wouldn’t hold back. “Get him!” The remaining guards froze for a moment, then rushed with their fists. Even with his legs covered in plaster, Prince was still Quill’s son; why would he be afraid of a bunch of bodyguards in the first place?

He yells his whole body shaking. "We're the Princess personal maids and guards that came... with her to... help Prin..Princess settle..." One of guard stammer. Prince chuckles then turn and gaze at Farida before he took his look back to them, he stride and stood in front of the guard that spoke. Looking at him directly in the eyes he said

Luckily, this combatant is showcasing his usefulness. They all have one thing on their head that is TO BRING PRINCE ALPHONSO BACK SAFELY. ****************** "Are you scared, little Prince? After I told the King about you and fetch you back from that place. You stiffened like a stone." The guard initiates the conversation with the glaring Prince. The guard wants to blow the Prince's handsome face, but he couldn't land a first to him. Their King wouldn't be pleased by it. Prince Alphonso did not speak. He only gives the guard a silent treatment with dimming orbs.

"You lapdogs. How dare you block our way? Open your eyes and have a good look at who this person is!" The security guard who had been slapped stumbled backward. He looked at The Prince and was frightened half to death. "Y—You're The Prince?" The Prince expressionlessly demanded, "Since you know it's me, why are you still standing in the way? Slap yourselves." "I'm sorry!" The security guards were almost in tears. They slapped themselves and whimpered. "Please have mercy on us. We were blind to not see you! Please. We're just security guards. We didn't mean to offend you!"

Swallowing hard the fear and nervousness, the imprisoned guard murmured,his gaze fixed on the black wolf who seemed sober after being tamed by his master, " No...No...Crown Prince..They..they just disappeared overnight." Eric kept gazing deep through his eyes and noticed the sincerity behind his spoken words. The guard had already spilled out which was buried deep inside his heart. Eric pondered for a while, his gaze flashed with killing intent as he hualed up from his chair domineeringly. The guard shuddered lightly once his silhouette started approach nearer him. He sweared repeatedly, " Crown Prince...I..I really don't know that what happened to them exactly..They just disappeared without

The man behind her had no patience, with an angry growl he shoved her even harder sending her tumbling to the floor right at the feet of the Prince. ‘You will have to forgive my guard, some of your, how shall I put this? I guess I should call them your Mafia friend, little Princess, anyway, they treated him rather badly last time he was their guest.’ She looked back at the guard and squinted in the bright sunlight streaming in through the open door, it did not hide the fact that the man had a misshapen nose and a long scar down one side of his face. He was glaring at her hungrily and she shivered one word from the Prince and he would kill her she knew it as sure as she took her next breath.

Then Rota head a voice. “Wait, Princess” She turned to find two of the guards running after her. “Sorry for the intrusion” said the first male guard, coming to stop in front of them with a bow of his head. He was obviously the leader of this detachment. She acknowledged him with a smile “You shouldn’t be unprotected, have you had a guard assigned to you?” he said Rota shocked by this suggestion replied “no, but I am inside the palace. Surely I don’t need . . . “

the guard stated. Prince Aldridge nodded his head, "Open the cell and leave us." "My lord we cannot…" The guard started but stopped when he saw Prince Aldridge's glare. He unlocked the cell and handed Prince Aldridge the torch and walked away to mind his business. Prince Aldridge stepped in and walked towards the prisoner. He stopped in front of him and looked down at the man seated on the floor, he saw that although the man was locked up here, he seemed to be fit, maybe it was from his time as a knight?

There was no way she was going to back down. “That was one damn good kick,” she heard the guard say, groaning as he got to his feet and stood beside the prince. They looked to be around the same age. The amber-eyed man studied her with scrutiny, then he whistled. “Really, Maxwell? You allowed yourself to be beaten by her? Shame on you," the prince said, sighing. His eyes were hooded like any moment he would sleep right where he was. “Dude, that’s Princess Ariah for you.”

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked