royal heirs · boys academy · harem · international cast · headmaster son · elite school · romance · ensemble cast · student life · diverse backgrounds
Sunlight flashed coldly off the polished iron gates of Atlas Boys’ Academy, an island sanctuary built for bloodlines, not merit. Inside the courtyard, Wesley P. Remington stared down at me, a scholarship student swimming in a sea of tailored blazers. ‘A commoner?’ he sneered, the word a weapon. Without warning, the gates swung inward. Eight princes—Carter, Alistair, Jasper, Victor, Leopold, Claude, Omar, and Hiroshi—entered with a silence that felt louder than any fanfare. Vice Principal Gideon greeted them, his smile unctuous. Carter spoke of a protector’s vow, his voice ringing with easy authority; Alistair pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. In that hush of awe, Wesley shouted that my invitation was a fraud. The courtyard froze. All eyes, princely and privileged, l…