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He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

He returned to the younger prince, offering him the book. "Go look through these." He instructed. The younger prince nodded his head, accepting the offered book and turning his attention to the first page. His eyes scanned the words before coming to a halt on a picture of two men standing side by side. He looked at the man on the right. "Is that you?" He asked curiously. The man nodded his head. "Yeah." He confirmed.

"My queen Akila is here ,I cut her words short , seeing the book I gave Nanuet yesterday floating in the air with all glory. The book layed on the bed after floating for a while ,it opened up to a particular page and a letter was on the page . It read :I HAVE EXAMINED THE PRINCESS CLOSELY AND SHE IS A FIGHTER ,SHE DESERVES THE BEST , FROM WHAT I HAVE GATHERED ,JUST BEING A CARING WIFE WILL NOT HELP HER GET THE PRINCE , THE SOLUTION TO THIS PROBLEM, I HAVE GIVEN TO YOU IS IN THIS PAGE , IT'S YOUR CHOICE TO ABIDE BY IT .

Mr Wright almost jumped out of his boots when he heard Shawn’s raspy voice not expecting him to be behind him, “My lord, when?” “Just now, stop wasting time,” Shawn said and went to sit by the table. The doctor got up and glanced over at Shawn then scoffed and it did not fly by Shawn without being seen. As he followed behind Mr Wright the physician asked, “Who is that fellow that thinks he can order us around? And why did he call the prince by his name, you also referred to him as Lord.” Mr Wright sighed and said, “Doctor please refrain from asking questions and spreading rumours you do not want to upset Prince Aldridge or my lord.”

If the plan works out, there will be no more Prince or his fucked up party. I stepped out again, wondering if he at least took a bite. What was the fucker doing, anyway? Will anyone ever find out that he died from a poisoned fruit? No way, unless this is Snow White's story. But he was the evil Prince and soon to be evil King. I should stop feeling guilty or scared. While wandering in the hallways trying to justify my actions, I heard Julia's mother yell at me from somewhere about being late. I walked toward the Prince's chamber again. Did I hear voices? He was talking to someone who was responding in a relatively calm tone.

At the Blauer Hof Palace at Laxenburg, the young eighteen-year-old Crown Prince Hadrian is sitting by the veranda over-looking the pond reading a book when he was disturbed by his butler. His stature is fragile, with pale complexion and jet-black hair, his striking green eyes lowered earnestly at the book he is reading, and his gentle hand cradles the literary work. He hardly spends time inside the palace when not in the veranda, he can be found at the garden tending to and studying about the plants he planted or talking and working with the old man named Marco. He is also known to have kept himself from any kinds of luxury which his noble relatives found as taboo. He has acquired that habit

A relieved sigh escaped his lips. "What the fuck are you doing in our room?" The Prince growled at the driver, his eyes flashing at the driver. Just then, he glanced at Abels hands and how they were tightening around something. Upon careful observation, he concluded that it was his poetry diary. The one where he wrote all his musings, personal love poetry? What was Abel doing with that book? Anger simmered in his stomach, and all he could see was red. Without wasting another second, he stalked forward, his hands flying to Abel's neck. Javier pinned him against the nearest wall, a low menacing growl escaping his throat. ***

"But here's the catch—the book is locked. Prince Alexander doesn't know how to unlock it." Lucas cursed under his breath. "Every time we're close to something, we aren't close enough." "I know... but Lucas, I think this book is exactly what we've been looking for. It's all about the White Wolf. It has to hold all the answers." "What are the odds that Prince Alexander would have that book in his possession?" Lucas questioned. "And it is a bit strange that he made you aware of the book before his father decided to almost poison you." "I know," I said. "I thought that was strange too, but the Prince keeps telling me that he's trusted me since the moment I stepped foot in the palace. Why? I'm no

Her eyes were dark, like twin pools of ink, and her pale face was devoid of expression. Her voice was soft, almost melodic, yet it carried an unsettling chill that crept into his bones. “My kind benefactor… the palace is in chaos. Prince Aric has committed a grave offense—he missed the Demon God's sacrificial ceremony. His right to the throne is about to be revoked!”

Richard’s P O V I rose quietly and moved toward the wardrobe, pulling on a fresh shirt, then my trousers, then the uniform that made me look like a prince instead of a man unraveling. Buttons clicked under my fingers. A belt tightened. I adjusted my cuffs. All mechanical. All rehearsed. I felt like I was dressing a corpse. The palace wanted the Crown Prince polished today. It didn’t care that his heart was splitting in two. As I fastened the last button, the sound shifted behind me.