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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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DOUBLE TROUBLE

Adric chuckled, waving for the guards to leave. "Father, I think it's time she joins you in taking the herbs to cleanse her heart," he remarked, going to pull out a chair for Oriana, who was still shocked at what she had just witnessed.

"Fidelis, you let me get humiliated in front of our guest and that's all you could say?" Gwen asked her husband.

Adric shook his head. "The only guests we had here were the guards, which was why I asked them to leave. Now it's just us, the Galgani Royal family."

Oriana sat down, trying her best to avoid the Queen's eyes because she was sure that if her eyes had arrows and daggers, she would be six feet under with the way the woman was staring at her.

"Gwen, please sit down; we can sort this out as a family," Adric's father said with a low voice, then he coughed, using the napkin to cover his mouth.