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.
THE HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER!
[Music Recommendation: For Whom The Fire Burns (Winterscape remix)~ Phildel]
Rowan knocked twice on Adric's door, and it was opened. He walked inside with a tray that had a jug filled with alcohol and a small cup beside it. He placed it on the table in front of Adric.
"Your Highness," he bowed, taking a step back.
Adric waved his hand. "I don't need my guard but friend now now. Sit, let's share a drink," he muttered with a small sigh. Rowan sat on the other couch.
"Let me pour you a drink," Adric said, raising the jug. He poured the wine into two of the cups, taking one before Rowan proceeded to take the other. In silence, both men sipped their wine without saying anything, Adric's eyes staring at nothing in particular. When he finally blinked, he asked, "What about the King?"
Rowan cleared his throat. "He has retired to his chambers. I made sure everything he would need is made available."