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[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: HAPPINESS IS A BUTTERFLY ~ LANA DEL REY]

VOLUME I : A ROYAL MISMATCH: THE TROUBLE WITH PRINCE CHARMING

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.

She craved freedom, adventure, anything but the stifling expectations of royalty. In fact, she'd rather be scaling the castle walls at night than attending stuffy soirees.

Luckily, she wasn't born to be the crown princess. In fact, she was the bane of etiquette tutors and the kingdom's resident "bad egg."

But fate, it seems, has a wicked sense of humor.

When duty shoves 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, she sees a golden opportunity; a chance to escape the suffocating expectations of her title.

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 begin to 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?

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Oriana pressed her lips. "You don't want to do this. I'll hate you forever. I belong elsewhere, not here."

"I guess you're mistaken, Princess. You only belong in one place; where I am. You belong to me," Adric said, moving his free hand down. He traced his fingers down Oriana's neck.

Oriana shook her head. "I am my own person. I belong to myself. You don't have the right to take me by force away from my family. This isn't right—" the harsh rip of Oriana's torn gown silenced her.

"You were saying?" Adric moved his hand away from her chest, which he had now left bare for his eyes to feast on.

Oriana's eyes widened with shock. With her hands pinned above her head and her dress ripped, she was in a vulnerable state. When she raised her eyes to look at Adric, her gaze was filled with hatred just for him.

"You need to know your place, Princess. You belong to me. Your life, your soul, including your body, is mine. I say what I want you to do, and you do it. Don't ever think that you belong elsewhere. You know what happens when you do that, right?" Adric asked with a grin, but Oriana refused to reply. His lips crashed on hers forcefully as she tried to shake her head and stop him. Oriana opened a small cut on her lips, causing her to wince, but Adric didn't stop kissing her.

When he pulled back, he touched his lips and smiled. "Still taste the same. Makes me remember how shy and reserved you were under me compared to now... that's a deadly look in your eyes," Adric grinned.

Oriana breathed heavily, her chest rising. With her torn dress, her bosom became clearly visible. She couldn't find words to say at the moment. All she did was glare at Adric, and slowly, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Don't cry. It'll make me want you more." Adric wiped the tears close to her lashes, and his finger traced to Oriana's neck. When he raised the necklace, he smiled. "Still have this. I like it." He finally let go and turned to leave the room.

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VOLUME II: A ROYAL MISMATCH: UNTAMED LOVE

Freya, the royal cook's daughter, loves to read and hide from the world. Her life changes when she catches the royal guard with a married woman in a scandalous act. Now, she's forced to interact with this annoying guard, who's never fallen in love before. Despite his efforts to win her over, Freya doesn't find him attractive like other women do.

When they're sent to an ally kingdom as delegates, they spend time together. One day, while the guard is was pleasing other women, Freya discovers a new world she never imagined. What happens when she experiences the forbidden fruit? And is drawn to same guard she vowed never to look at.

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"What you saw...did you enjoy it?"

The young girl turned her face away, avoiding the guard's eyes, as a familiar heat built up between her legs.

"Look at me...say the word...beg me to give you the release your body craves," the Royal guard commanded, his grin growing wider as he pushed her chin forward with his large palm.

"Why should I?" she replied, her voice firm. "It's men who beg women, not the other way around."

The guard chuckled, shaking his head. "Not in your case, I offered it to you the first time and your rejected...if you want it now, you'll have to earn it."