Prince Adrain
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Prince Adrain, heir to Azora, was known across kingdoms for his devastating charm — tall, broad-shouldered, with a face carved by the gods themselves. His skill in martial arts and sharp intellect only heightened his allure, but it was his dangerous smile that left kingdoms whispering. Women adored him, craved him, fought for a night in his arms, even knowing they’d be discarded by dawn. To him, hearts were playthings, and names blurred together — Elizabeth yesterday, Ella today, Gloria tomorrow. He left trails of broken pride, yet his treasure-filled partings kept them returning like moths to flame.
But this day was different.
The Goldengate carriage rolled into the marble courtyard, gilded wheels gleaming under the sun. Out stepped Princess Honey, the kingdom’s jewel — whispered of as untouchable beauty, goddess-like, sharp of mind, and colder than steel. She wore a soft blue gown, pearls tracing her figure like falling starlight, silver hair cascading down her back, sapphire eyes glinting with quiet power. Rumors had not lied; she was breathtaking — but not fragile. Every step she took radiated poise, and every glance reminded the world she was no naïve maiden to be swayed by honeyed words.
King Charles and Queen Emma rose to greet her, Prince Adrain lounging at their side, his smirk already in place. She curtsied with flawless grace.
How intriguing, he thought. Finally… a game worth playing.
It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesties. Prince Adrain.Her voice was calm, dignified, untouched by the flutter others showed before him. Her eyes slid past him as though he were a mere figure in the room, not the infamous heartbreaker of Azora. When she offered her hand, it was not to him but to the King, walking beside Charles as if Adrain were smoke and shadow. For the first time in years, Prince Adrain’s practiced charm faltered. A spark flared in his chest — sharp, unexpected, dangerous. He smirked, watching her.
How intriguing, he thought. Finally… a game worth playing.