The Prince Of Denmark's Novels & Stories

“But—that article calls him Prince Damon?” I glance between Karl and the phone wildly. He gives a slow nod, recognition finally dawning on him. “Yes. I knew it,” he says thoughtfully. “Damon is the current heir to the kingdom of the Gray Isles.” “The Gray Isles?” The name rings a bell, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

What he wanted in return was to date me. He was Prince Dern, the Prince who was thorny to the woman. His temperament is similar to the temperament of the third Prince. Why do I now see people who resemble the Princes of the Kingdom of Norland? This is no longer a coincidence. My guess is true! "Hey, Isagn!" The three of us turned our attention to Kaith. "Don't flirt with that because the man already has a girlfriend." I wondered. How does she know? Did she know Clarence? She never mentioned it to me.

"Now we must go for a walk at the garden. You also need physical activity like this, Princess." "Hmph, I don't want to." "Princess!" "My, my... what do we have here?" Then someone suddenly stole Louie and Mary's attention. "Greetings to the wife of the third Prince, Princess Lianne Ronnenburgh-Heilsonne."

King Desmond stood up from his seat and raised his glass of champagne to the air, making everyone follow suit while awaiting his blessing words. “Today, we celebrate the victory in the war on Northern Lands all thanks to my brother, Prince Deacon and Elena, who had been appointed as a Prncess not too long ago, and here she was already contributing greatly to our kingdom,” King Desmond uttered, causing Prince Deacond to turn his head on me in shock swiftly. “Princess?” he asked.

He is Prince Declan. . .