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Temari and the Crown Prince

*art in cover not mine. no copyright infringement intended* Once when she was young, Temari sneaked out to fulfill her dream to see the world outside the walls of the orphanage where she grew up. It was the night when King Maximus died. In that expedition she met a boy a few years older than her. They were young but their connection was strong. Before they part ways they promised to see each other again. They never did. Ten years later, Temari is now an infamous thief, known for fulfilling the requests of rich clientele. This time a mysterious client came to her. She was tasked to steal her greatest bounty to date: a royal family heirloom. Getting caught means automatic death. Just in time for her new adventure, the Kingdom of Mowsland opened the castle doors for women of marriageable age. It is time for the crown prince to choose his future wife. Temari took this opportunity to infiltrate the castle and steal the royal heirloom. Pretending to be one of the women vying to become a princess, she met Rhys Mospick, the crown prince of Mowsland – and the boy she once met when she was young. Stuck in the drama of the competition to become the next queen and confused because of her heated encounters with the crown prince, Temari realized that this mission is more dangerous than she thought. Danger is in every corner of the castle hallways and a shadow has been lurking in the dark, watching her every move. When Temari learned that her mission is actually not just a simple act of theft, that she was just a pawn in a more complicated scheme … it was too late. note: this is a royal romance story with fantasy and adventure. But I would like to inform the readers that this is going to be romance focused. THERE WILL BE CHEMISTRY AND TENSION AND SEXY TIMES ALONG THE WAY *********** ~EXCERPT~ “YOU ENTERED THE WRONG ROOM, MY LADY." Temari felt like a bucket of ice was thrown at her. She froze and her stomach clenched painfully when she heard that voice. She looked at the direction where it came from but it was too dark for her to see anything. “W-where are you?” “Where are you, not who are you, huh. Either you recognize my voice or you know whose room you entered without permission,” he commented. Temari gasped at the implication of his words. “I didn’t enter this room thinking that you will be here! I just…” “Got lost again?” Before she could think of a good excuse, she already saw a shadow move from the darkness. She stopped breathing when she finally saw the Crown Prince walking like a panther toward her, quiet but predatory. Temari’s eyes widened when the light of the lone candle in the corner of the room finally illuminated him. Rhys got rid of his extravagant prince outfit from the royal ball. His shoulder-length blond hair is wet, most of the strands were sticking to the sides of his face and neck. He looked like he just finished his bath. Not only because of his wet hair but because he was only wearing a long white robe, silk pants and nothing else. He was also barefoot. The robe was loosely tied on his waist so his whole muscled chest and abs were exposed. The pants were too thin and hanging low on his hips. Every time he takes a step forward, the material of his pants hugs his thick thighs and – “Loving what you see?” the Crown Prince asked mockingly. Temari quickly lifted her gaze to his face. “Not at all, Your Highness.” Rhys smirked but his forest green eyes remained cold and cruel. “Lying doesn’t suit a well-bred aristocrat’s daughter, my lady.” That was the problem, isn’t it? Temari is not a well-bred lady. She is an orphan and an infamous thief.

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The Greatest Event of the Century

TEMARI was still trying to figure out how to get inside the castle and steal the royal heirloom that she didn't even know what looks like when she heard the news. It spread like wildfire in the whole of Clearbury so it was no surprise that it reached the regulars of Blackgrove Tavern too.

The news was that two weeks from the day it was announced, the Royal Family will open the castle doors to women of marriageable age regardless of social status and lineage. For one and a half month, the participating women will enter and live inside the castle and partake in activities and get a chance to interact with the Crown Prince.

Clearbury and the rest of the kingdom knew that this is an important event. It was part of the tradition and a sign that the Crown Prince is about to get married. Almost everyone knew that whoever excels in those events will be chosen to marry the Crown Prince.

Women will surely take this opportunity to become a princess and finally see the Crown Prince in person. But Temari has other ideas.

The moment she heard about the news she run to Blackgrove Tavern and opened the door recklessly. "Zak! Zak!" she shouted excitedly. The few customers looked at her in alarm and surprise. Temari ignored them and run to the huge man behind the counter. "Did you hear that the castle will open its doors?!"

Zak frowned. "Everyone already heard about it, Temari. I bet the women who dreamed to become a princess and a queen already planned for this day years ago," he answered in an uninterested voice. Then he added, "I didn't expect to see you excited about it, though. I didn't think you want to be a princess too."

"Of course not." Temari rolled her eyes. She focused so she won't forget the reason why she run to Blackgrove Tavern. "This is my chance!"

"Chance?" Zak asked with an arched brow.

She leaned closer so only Zak could hear her. "A chance to get inside the castle with permission."

Zak froze as realization dawned on his face. Temari grinned. She couldn't contain her excitement. Luck was really always on her side when it comes to her missions. Who would have thought that just when someone asked her to steal a royal heirloom the castle will suddenly open its doors willingly? It was as if the ancient fairies are blessing her to succeed in all her missions.

"So, you are telling me that you will enter the castle as one of the participants of that event?" Zak asked dubiously.

"Exactly!"

He frowned. "I know that the event doesn't require social status and lineage but that no one actually believed that, Temari. Those who will join are women that grew up being trained for years for the sole purpose of that event. They will have expensive jewelries, custom-made dresses and the skill that teachers drilled in them. You will stand out like a sore thumb in there."

Temari sighed. "I know that Zak. But it doesn't matter. I will not go there to impress people. I also have no interest to be in the Crown Prince's good graces. I just need to enter the event so I can explore the castle and find what I am looking for."

Zak still looked unconvinced. Temari frowned. "You are acting strange lately, Zak. You have always been supportive of me and my missions but this time you are against it. Why?"

The man stared at her face for a few seconds before he answered, "I am not against it. I am just simply telling you things that you might overlook."

"Oh, okay. Don't worry. You know me, Zak. I carefully plan things before I take action. I will be fine. After all, you trained me well," Temari said confidently.

Zak couldn't say anything against that. He just sighed. "I know that. Do what you think is best."

Temari smiled at him. "I will."

And that was what she did. For the next days, Temari carefully planned her infiltration to the castle. She went to the best female con-artist she knew to rent dresses, shoes and bags. She also paid her to teach her the basics of being a lady. She studied all she can learn about the upcoming event. She memorized notable names of aristocrats that might be useful when she was inside the castle. She also tried to get information about the most popular ladies that will surely attend the event. Temari wasn't even surprised to know that there will be princesses from neighboring countries that will visit the kingdom of Mowsland just to participate.

One day before the opening of the castle gates, Temari's preparation was complete. She has a luggage with all the costumes she prepared. Based on her research, royal guards don't check the luggage of the ladies because it is deemed 'improper' so she took advantage of that. She hid her weapons and her equipment between the thick skirts of the dresses. She thought of her plans again and again, making sure she didn't miss something.

Then the day of the event, the festive ringing of the bells was heard in Clearbury. Even the commoners were happy and excited. Even though they will not be permitted to enter the castle gates, people want to see the ladies and princesses that will participate in the Crown Prince's wife selection.

At that time, a carriage stopped at the back door of Blackgrove Tavern. Then the door opened.

"Are you fully ready?" Zak Henderson asked from inside.

Temari stopped and slightly turned around, her jeweled earrings sparkled as she moved. Her lips that were painted glossy pink curved into a feminine smile that no one has ever seen before. "I am," she told Zak. "I'll be back successful as always. See you in one and half month, Zak."

The man wasn't able to answer her. He was too stunned at her transformation. Temari didn't notice his reaction. She just waved at him and went out of the door, the skirts of her dress making a whoosh sound as she climbed the carriage. Then off they go to the castle of Mowsland.