The Prince That Was Promised Novels & Stories

“I, state your name, Your Highness, and repeat after me.” “I, Carlott Laylin Jemaine Storm Gattewarde Braynburd, Princess of Triberis Capria, promise to cherish you, to honor you, in sickness and in health, in poorer and in wealth, and to be true to you until death alone shall part us.” “Do you have rings?” I took the ring from Kennedy. The little prince was the ring bearer. “With this ring, I thee wed and pledge you, my love, now and forever.” I smiled and slipped the eternity diamond ring into her finger.

Alex turns to Grayson, completely ignoring us. "Hmm....I do have a story to tell." Grayson replies hesitantly. "Really." Alexa moves closer to Grayson taking a sit on my lap. "Okay it goes like this." Grayson kicks off. "There was once a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled right round the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about them. So at last he had to come home again, and he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly.

Regardless, it made Zierno’s mouth water. What I wouldn’t give for a few bites of that meat... The chubby little Prince’s eyes lit with intelligence. Pointing at Zierno he declared. “Play with me awhile and I will get you those scraps.” “How?” The older boy’s eyes lit with interest. The little prince stood. “I will take it. I am Prince of the Neth-eth-Nether.” “The Netherlands.” Zierno filled in. “Yes. Who will stop me?” He demanded, chin jutting.

The tribes were meant to clash and continue fighting, except the two kings had finally figured it out. “I promise to protect and treasure the princess with all my heart,” the prince vowed to the dying kings while Princess Zania ran to her fathers’ arms. She was really taken aback by his vow because he strongly objected to their marriage previously. She completely ignored the prince and his dying father and focused all her attention to her own father. Seeing him again, even though he was about to be taken away from her yet again, was everything. “You have served with honor and dedication. I am so proud of you, daddy. I promise to protect our people to my death bed too,” she murmured a vow and

Arden’s POV The King stood nearby, his approving nods fueling the ministers’ enthusiasm. They looked at him the way desperate men look at a torch in the dark, not because it offers warmth, but because it offers survival. To them, tonight was a triumph. They saw a saviour in me. A prince securing an alliance with Belmonte strong enough to keep Eldenwald from collapsing under the weight of drought and political decay. A prince choosing duty over desire. They cheered for me.

"It's just, she's our little eggplant, you see. A very heavy one. We can't afford her being clumsy right now, or how did you put it? Ah, yes, an accident." As soon as he said those words, the looks on the girl's faces were close to terror. And Nine... Nine wasn't breathing properly anymore. The male passed a devilish grin at them. "So you're on your way, yes?" Immediately, they both were nodding, Seven mumbling something incoherently under her breath before she turned away, Four following behind. As soon as they were gone, he turned to look at her. "Again, I, your Prince Charming, has come to your rescue once again. I suppose it's time you give me a reward, doll."

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

I walked into the ballroom, all alone with no one by my side. However, my eyes zeroed in on the Prince. He had a lot of people beside him. I could recognize him because I had seen some of his pictures. He was known as the retarded and useless Prince. He was the last son of Alpha Damien and he was disliked and suppressed by the King, his uncle. However, I frowned in the next second at what I saw. He had a lady hanging onto him. I was surprised that no one had come close to me, to invite me to see the Prince.

The men were looking at them with eyes full of lust . Amrit dropped her on the platform. A man in late twenties came forward. “ Our beautiful princess is here. Be ready to pay for your brother's sin.” He traced his hand from her forehead till cheeks and pinched her cheeks harshly. He started laughing but his laugh was short-lived due to the loud sound of the gunfire.