Príncipe の小説・ストーリー

My breath hitched in my throat and that moment, only one thing echoed in my head. "My prince charming"

His stunned gaze made my heart clench. “Why are you Princess Hanna Al - Makhzumi Abudab , future wife and queen of my brother, Rafiq Mustafa Al- Madini , king and lord of Mudab .” I said bowing to her, but Hanna laughed so loud and continuous I thought she was going to choke. “ Okay ! Now I understand that this is a prank. Who invented this story? It was my brother who hired you for this game, right?” she spoke in the midst of compulsive laughter, but when she realized that my face was serious, she came to herself and calmed down.

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

Manohar asked and I smiled, thinking how I started his name only even in my thoughts which will be difficult at work place. “I am! My Dad is a Prince which makes me a prince.” Harsha said grinning. “Prince?” he mumbled frowning and sighed. “You know who is a prince?” he asked Sudhir. “Who has a crown and… and so many things.” Sudhir replied while I coughed. “No! Prince is the one who cares for his people and loves them. Prince also takes care of his mother making sure she is fine.” Manohar explained. “I do that!” Sudhir mumbled frowning.

He was dressed as a royal Prince. "You look beautiful," he complimented walking up to her. She blushed, did he really say that? "More beautiful than I saw in the picture," he continued. "Thank you my Prince, you... you don't look bad yourself," she replied. "Thank you for coming," he said smiling. "Huh?" She looked at him, was he actually thanking her? "Yeah, thanks. Prince Zashil, second Prince of Kuru kingdom," he said, offering his hand for a handshake.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

Ella “I don’t think we’ve met,” Sinclair says, looking Calvin up and down, his voice low and dangerous. “Not personally, no,” Calvin says, and I watch him, a little surprised to see that he has regained his composure faster than me. He again executes his sharp little bow, showing obeisance to Sinclair, the kind of gesture one Royal gives to another. “I am Prince Calvin, of Atalaxia. And, despite the uncouth gesture that my party made this morning, I hope you will believe me when I say that I am very pleased to be here and eager to build a good relationship between our nations.”

"Prince Dominic, this man is the future King of Andorra, and the confidante of the Princess Dohana." What!