The Prince Of Denmark's Novels & Stories

Who is at our border? ‘Our uncle, King Wilhelm of Prussia.’ Hadrian answered. ‘He is the principal negotiator between Denmark and Prussia back when he was still the crown prince. He struck a truce with your grandfather, the King that he will leave Schleswig in the hands of Denmark given that his children will marry royal from the house of Denmark.’ ‘But uncle did not marry and never had children of his own.’ Albert continued. ‘So, he talked to the late Emperor Franz, King Wilhelm’s closest relative, and the two agreed that Franz’ eldest son would marry a princess from Denmark.’

Even if Danish someday has the will to become a king, he will still remember to prioritize the peace of the Kingdom of Sigmund as a member of the Royal family as well as a descendant of the Alison family. After all, if Danish just wanted to use the crown …. “Don't we have our own crown by now? Mother and Father said I would keep my prince title, even if I were to become the Duke of Alison in the future. Unless you revoke my title as Prince when you become a king … I think I can continue to wear the royal crown on official occasions,” Danish said. “I will never revoke your royal title! You are my brother. I will protect you forever, Danish.” “Yes, I understand. I also want to become Duke Alis

she replied as she gets a cup and fills it with a caramel latte. I laughed. “What’s the use of the internet? Search for it,” I suggested. She scratched her left eyebrow and give the cup to the girl who’s standing in front. “That’s the problem. We only know him by his name, but we don’t know how he looks like. He has no pictures on the internet.” Mysterious. “What’s his name?” “Prince Damian. He’s the crown prince, next to the throne. The future King of Denmark. A year older than us, taking up Business Ad—same us yours. But he may be in the higher year. Who knows? Or maybe he just got his masters or what.”

Now I am being married off to a man I don't even know just because my grandpa made an alliance with them. The worst part is that the wedding is happening in two months time. I don't even have time to think or even have fun. I don't even know the man and yet the say he is the crown Prince of Sweden. Crown Prince Enrique Bernadette of Sweden. A fucking Prince. I know nothing about royal life. How did my grandpa even got this alliance with them. Now I only have two months to learn about royal duties. Even those months will be spent in Sweden.

“Introducing, his majesty, King Fredrich Kristen the first and her royal highness, the royal consort, Princess Alana Willow Ducroft,” the chamberlain announced. The whole crowd kept their head low as they walked past. They looked regal, especially the former Grand Duke who was wearing royal regalia. It looked like he was born to wear it. Beside him, the third princess, despite being royalty, wasn’t as elegant. In fact, everyone thought of the woman most fit to stand beside him as Queen but as she was dead, there wasn’t anything they could do about it.

Dan Bear leaned back in his chair, swirling the drink in his hand. He looked tired, as if the whole event was already having a bad effect on him. His eyes stayed on Lucas like he was trying to read his thoughts. Prince Aksel of Denmark stood nearby, his hands were loosely folded in front of him, he looked calm and polite like always. His royal blue suit looked perfect and free of wrinkles. He smiled weirdly though like he wasn't used to talking to people like Lucas Reed.

Jacinda chuckles nastily. "Stop with the games and tell me!" I snap, annoyed and frustrated. "Hmm. Just this once. I assume you've heard of Prince Alexander Filipe Reginald Kensington-Wield, the Crown Prince of the Lycanthrope Kingdom?" She reveals lazily, as if we are just discussing the weather. "Vaguely..." I whisper, the pieces of the puzzle finally coming together.

I don't know why I was hoping that it should be Prince Raphael. "The Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Ayatulla, His Majesty Prince Reuz IV!" I don't know what to feel when I heard that it's not him then "The Prince of the Kingdom of Ayatulla, Prince Raphael III!" I was shocked with the names called after him, "The Regent of the Principality of Asturiaz, His Highness Rocky IV" "The Duchess of the Government of Akazia, Her Highness Ma. Catherine" "The Emir of the United Kingdom of the Eastern Lands, His Majesty Emir Shurev IV" "The Grand King and Queen of the United Kingdom of Tleste, His Majesty King George XVIII and Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth" "The Queen Mother of the United Kingdom of Sour,

said Eskylrious with a smirk while looking at Kiara's annoyed expression . " Why did you stop here ?!.....Huh ?! Your Highness ?! " said Justin surprised when he saw Eskylrious . " Wait ?!...Crown prince ?! " said madam Karla with a shocked expression . " Yes mom ! He is the crown prince of England . Crown prince Eskylrious Windsor ! " said Justin and slightly bowed in front of him . " The....crown prince ?!...Your Highness ! We are sorry for the rude behavior just now . " said madam Karla with a shocked expression and bowed in front of him .