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The prince has an eye for beauty and he likes to be surrounded by beautiful things. I hesitate at his bedside drawer. Looking around is one thing but it becomes snooping when I’m looking into drawers. Imagining him catching me in the act makes me cringe but I really want to know what someone like him hides away. Biting on my lip, I pull the first drawer open and it opens soundlessly. It’s nearly empty, I observe with a sigh of relief. There are a few books, some tools. The books are philosophical and I gently lift them to find a picture frame. Pulling it out, I observe with a little amusement that I’m looking at a teenage Prince Ismir, before his Shifting. He and his father stand properly, s

They are grumpy and their faces never reveals any sign of morale. Gianni returns to his quarters. As he slowly opens the door, he stumbles upon Prince Julien, who is reading a book. He is waiting for his return. The book’s title is The Art of War, Gianni catches a glimpse of it before the prince can hide it when he notices Gianni returning. “Your Highness,” Gianni bows down, “to what do I owe the visit?” “Cur the formalities,” Prince Julien gets closer to Gianni. He suddenly places his arms around him, locking him tightly. “I’m glad you are safe.”

Sighing in disbelief at Dereck's interrogation, Prince Alphonso licks his lower lips as he mumbles softly, "He is just a simple man. He is the Prince of the Hangey Kingdom." "Oh!" Dereck exclaims as he feels stupid for forgetting the late Prince of the Hangey Kingdom. Then, he awkwardly rubs his nape as he mutters under his breath, "I thought it was just a random man named Francisco." Puffing out his air, the Prince shrugs. "I cannot also blame you for assuming a random man." Tapping his fingers on the table, Dereck heartily question, "do you want to read it?" Carving out an apologetic smile, the Prince feels a tickle of guilt down to his spine. He couldn't bring himself to read the letter.

The Prince quickly traveled his eyes across the bookshelf to search for something unique. He was about to give up when he stumbled upon a book that read: The Guide To Becoming A Good Adviser. That caught Prince Sari’s attention so he pointed a finger to that book and asked, “What’s that book about?” Ulan followed his to where he was pointing and had this somewhat saddened look on his face. “Oh, that one?” Ulan uttered softly, almost like a whisper. He then reached for that book and flipped it open. “This is a book that my family had for years, my Prince,” he stated.

“You, my friend, are wise beyond your advanced years.” He inclines his head at me. “Thank you, Princess. High praise indeed.” When we finish, I go to my room and shower, bypassing breakfast with Ailduin, Anastasia and Buppig. While my stomach is grumbling with hunger, I ignore it and head straight to the library, getting the Book of Prophecies off the shelf and sitting at a table to begin reading. When I sit, I run my hand over the book cover. The top left quarter of it is no longer glowing brightly. It’s gone from a shiny gold color to that of iron, making it stand out on the cover.

"Petitions? I didn't finish learning all the alphabet. I know numbers but I'm limited in reading. Plus I don't have the qualifications to do that." Prince Cillian folded his arms and spoke with an arrogant tone of voice that reminded me of Prince Killian. "I am the Prince of this kingdom. I hereby declare you qualified." I fought back a smile at his words. "I don't think it works like that." His lips twitched as well but he stayed in character. "Are you questioning your prince?" I shook my head."No." He nodded now serious. "I will give you lessons so you can become better at reading and understanding your duties so that you can commence work."

Try to give us our Queen again, for if you do you will be rewarded; if not, it will be the worse for you. at these words the Prince, who had been growing more and more astonished, was fairly terrified, and dropping the book with a crash he sank back insensible. The noise he made brought his guards to his aid, and as soon as he revived they asked him what was the matter. he answered that he was so faint and giddy with hunger that he had imagined he saw and heard all sorts of strange things. thereupon, in spite of the King's orders, the guards gave him an excellent supper, and when he had eaten it he again opened his book, but could see none of the wonderful pictures, which convinced him that

She asked the prince if he was able to understand the first page of the book that she chose, but it took Carson awhile to spell the words correctly. Whether it’s severely bad or only mild shortcomings… Sister Annabel shrugged her head politely and then escorted the prince to the bookshelf filled with children's books. People must deal with their own flaws for once in their life… She offered the prince one of the easiest books that she could find, It was written by one of the priests who could draw beautifully because the book was filled with a childish illustration. For Prince Carson Blackfrost, being illiterate was one of his shortcomings… Carson accepted the book, he knew it was meant for

The prince was a fool. A charming one, maybe. One with good hair and better instincts than most gave him credit for, but still a fool. He had no idea how to disappear properly, no understanding of how to move without leaving crumbs behind. The only trick he’d figured out was that cash was king when you wanted to go undetected. And sure, he hadn’t used his credit cards since arriving in Lenweil… but he’d made the fatal mistake of keeping the same damn phone. And phones? Phones were goldmines.

I clutched my fist with jealousy. "That's naughty," I said, and she jumped out of her seat. She was easily startled. "Prince Rhaegar," she bowed. "That looks like an interesting book. What is it?" I asked. She blushed and tried to hide the book in one of the laundry baskets. "I- I just found it here and started to read it," she stuttered. She was seriously so damn gorgeous when she was nervous. "What is the title," I extended my hand towards her, and hesitantly, she gave me the book. It is a book a girl her age shouldn't read.