Romans & histoires The Prince Of Denmark's

"Anyway! That's why I couldn't go on a date! I have, um…a doctor's appointment! Yeah! Gotta—gotta take care of my…my condition!" Jacob still stared, his face a mix of confusion and concern. Shit. He wasn't buying it. I had to do better. I exhaled roughly, switching gears. "Actually—wait! I'm engaged!" Jacob's jaw dropped. "Engaged?!" "Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically. "To a mysterious foreign prince! He—he lives in…uh…Antarctica!" "…Antarctica?" "Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!"

This is not going to end well. All of us are so engrossed in watching the two alphas stare each other down that none of us notices when another male steps into the room, stopping just behind Alpha Bishop’s back. I can’t see all of his features, only waist length black hair and a massive muscular build that makes him the tallest male in the room.

The sound was low, commanding, and instantly familiar, sending a deep, unwanted resonance straight through my chest. Leona pushes the doors open, and I step inside, forcing my eyes forward. Familiar blue eyes lift from behind a massive mahogany desk—and everything inside me stops. The world tilted and went silent. The air was sucked out of the room. The man sitting there was sharper, colder, and four years older, but undeniable. The same aristocratic nose, the same sharp jaw, the same predatory stillness. “Willa Violet Moore,” Leona announces, her voice cheerful, unaware of the nuclear meltdown occurring right beside her. “This is Mr. Icen Evren Knight, President and CEO of Knight Group of C

Okay? “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you so much.” In Denmark, Prince Mharl was scheduled to meet the king and queen of the United Kingdom. As a royal leader, the Prince of Copenhagen, behaved well this time around and maturely performed his duties. “Your royal highnesses, it’s my pleasure to meet you here in our castle.” The prince happily smiled at the UK’s king and queen. Of course, his parents were there as well. In the aftermath of sharing and exchanging their respective kingdoms' goals and achievements, the King and Queen of the UK asked the royal family about Prince Sharl's past with Prince Mharl.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

Salena added. Jessie gestured with her hand for the two of us to come closer as her eyes looked around as if to check that there was no one else close to us or within earshot. “The other reason why he earned his nickname of the ‘Dark Prince’ is because of the dark conflict that came about because of his birth. You see, although Prince Darius is the second prince, he was in fact born before the first prince. He’s the eldest out of the three. However, because his mother wasn’t crowned as queen, Prince Leonard got the position of the first prince instead. It’s well known just how much the ministers were split on that decision…” Jessie whispered to us.

Benjamin laid his hand on the small of my back and said, "Good afternoon, mother. I didn't think that you would start the meeting without us." "Nonsense," Queen Irene said. "I would never do that. We were just engaging in some small talk while we waited." "I see. Care to introduce us to your guest?" "Our guest," she corrected. "This wonderful young man is Alfred Crest. The Crowned Prince of the Bluet Roei kingdom." Prince Alfred chuckled, "You flatter me, your Majesty." He stood up and walked towards us. He was a tall man with tanned skin and black curly hair. His jaw was covered with light stubble and his posture screamed that he found great pride in his appearance.

Now let's get to the players. The First Prince is quite the handsome fellow. A balanced built man with his hair cut short. His most dominating feature would be the electric blue eyes of his. His clothes had more regalia than the other princes and princesses. Two swords hung from his belt and he was the only one in the whole room that wore gloves. Elijah Darcey.

"And now, on behalf of the polo association and the 37th annual charity ball of Rome, we would like to introduce his royal highness, Prince Friederike Pilsen-Chamberlain, the crown prince of Wales and future King of England." The crowd roared and clapped. "I'll just be a sec, darling." He smiled and said to Pearl, leaving her side for only the second time that evening.

She instantly fixed her posture when the princes approached her. "Nice to meet you, Princess" Prince Dark, the third oldest prince and the successor of the Stratos Royal Seat, held her hand and give it a kiss. His eyes were kind and soft but his aura was so dominative, she couldn't help but be intimidated. He was followed by a tall dark haired god!