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A Royal Mismatch: The Trouble with Prince Charming

(*No Rape*) Bringing to you from the Series of The Queens' Trilogy; A Royal Mismatch. From Royal Reject to Accidental Crown Princess: A Marriage of Convenience Gone Wrong . Every girl dreams of being born a princess, right? Not Oriana. Sitting on a little stool, waited on by hand and foot? No thanks. Freedom, adventure anything but the stifling expectations of royalty is what she craves. In fact, she'd rather be scaling the castle walls tonight than attending a stuffy soiree. Luckily, she wasn't born to be the crown princess. In fact, she is the bane of etiquette tutors and the kingdom's resident "bad egg." But fate, it seems, has a wicked sense of humor. Duty throws Oriana into a political marriage with the infamous Crown Prince Adric of Avon. A notorious playboy known for his scandalous lifestyle and disregard for courtly decorum, Adric seems like the perfect escape hatch from her suffocating expectations. Adric, on the other hand, couldn't care less who he marries. His reputation precedes him; a notorious playboy who thrives on defying expectations. But when the fiery Oriana crashes into his world of calculated indifference, sparks fly. Will this forced union ignite a royal scandal of epic proportions or blossom into an unexpected love that challenges the very foundations of their kingdom? Other works of this author; 1. Kitanna from the series of Queens'Trilogy. 2. The Hitman's Sunshine.

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A RECIPE FOR DISASTER

[Music Recommendation:Western Nights ~ Ethel Cain]

"The princess is still in the kitchen?" The maid who was in charge of cleaning the palace asked the chef.

The first rays of sun had just kissed the soil of Avon, bringing a warm morning. The maids were the first to wake up before other members of the royal family.

This particular morning was different because a memeber of the royal family was awake first. Oriana sat close to the cauldron that had heat emanating from it due to the open fire it was cooked on. Her head moved side by side as she tried to stop herself from falling asleep.

Louis had gone to check the only successfully made pudding, which was in the cold cellar, and he had asked her to watch the bacon until it turned crispy but not burnt.