Romans & histoires Fourth Prince

Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance." Her hand hovered in the air for a moment before she pulled it back. 20 minutes were up. In the last moments before everything went dark, I mustered all my willpower and said, "Mom, I swear off chocolate forever..." Fiona's eyes narrowed, panic-stricken as she pushed the hair from my face. The second she saw my features, she let out a gut-wrenching yell. "Cole! Cole!" Alex was stunned. So was everyone else. "Ms. Emerson... his name isn't Cole, is it? The guy who brought him said his name's Chester..."

The fifth prince gave a letter to General Zen, and he politely resigned himself. General Zen returned to the table and handed the letter to the first prince, and a slightly puzzled expression appeared on the man’s face. “What is it?” King Arawn asked. “The fourth prince declared that he withdrew his charge against Hanry Adhelard.” The first prince put the letter on the table. General Oscar picked it up and read it. He saw that there was the fourth prince’s stamp on the letter.

Something about the way he had said it, the grim urgency in his voice, the seriousness in his eyes, it made something in my brain tick off. The part of my brain that was desperate to know what happened to my brother went off, and I couldn't help but ask. "Who... who are these princes?" He gave a small smile, but his eyes held pain, and I could see that he hated them. Maybe not hate, but... "You do know their families. I think they were called the powerful four on the outside."

Your prince SEBASTIAN,

he sneered as tears continued flowing down. “Brother, stop crying. Didn’t you say that sister will be fine?” Yadira walked to him and held his hand which was clenched into a fist. “Brother, if you continue crying I will also cry and blame myself, Yadira said as she choked. “No, don’t cry,” he said as he wiped his tears and wiped her tears. “I said that I hated you people but you now, I hate you for real. Maybe that time, it was out of jealousy and anger but this time,” the fourth prince said as he cried.

That was all. After all, the other party was a prince! How could they take him down so easily. However, they were not afraid! After confirming that the prince was here, they immediately called for reinforcements! If they couldn't take down the prince, then what about another group? What would happen to the third and fourth groups? After all, there was only one prince! As long as they came out in full force, they would definitely take down the prince! In that case, it was undoubtedly a huge step away from their revival plan. For this purpose, they were willing to pay any price!

said Cory, looking at Hayden strangely. Hayden chuckled softly. His laughter grew louder and louder until he was cackling madly. “Hayden?” Whispered Cory. “Come here,” said the Prince, a strange grin on his face. A trickle of fear slid through Cory. The Prince’s eyes looked strange. He seemed dazed somehow. She took a step backwards. Hayden took a step forwards. Or at least, someone who looked an awful lot like Hayden took a step forwards. Her heart was racing. “You’re not Hayden,” said Cory softly.

From a distance, Doctor Henry Thorne greeted him with a respectful bow and began his report. “Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince, has just finished soaking in medicinal herbs. He is now in the garden, basking in the sun to recover,” Henry informed him. Valerius turned his gaze toward the garden. “How is he faring?” he asked with a note of concern. Henry hesitated before replying, “Your Majesty, his life is no longer in immediate danger. However…” “What’s the issue?” Valerius’s voice betrayed his impatience.