back to the palace

It had been twenty years since I found myself immersed in the world of pride and prejudice. In those two decades, I had experienced love, happiness, and the joy of building a family with my husband and our 10-year-old son. We had traveled far and wide together, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

As I approached my 30th birthday, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for my old world. A world where I had once been caught up in the drama and romance of the past, where I had felt the thrill of adventure and the sting of heartbreak. It was a world that I had kept hidden from everyone around me, a secret part of myself that I had buried deep within my heart.

One day, out of the blue, I received an invitation from a familiar name - Prince Philippe. I remembered him well, the charming prince who I had helped in a murder case many years ago. The case had involved the prime minister at the time, a scandal that had rocked the nation. I had played a small but crucial role in uncovering the truth, and in doing so, had earned the prince's gratitude and friendship.

Over the years, we had stayed in touch through letters, exchanging news and updates on our lives. I had watched as he ascended to the throne, becoming the king of his country. And now, he was inviting me to visit him at the royal palace, along with my family.

I was filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation as I read the invitation.

What could the king want from me after all these years? What memories would resurface as I walked the halls of the palace once again? And most importantly, how would my family react to this unexpected turn of events?I decided to accept the invitation, eager to reconnect with a part of my past that I had long thought forgotten. As we prepared for our trip, my husband and son could sense the change in me, the newfound spark in my eyes that had been missing for so long. They were curious and excited, eager to experience life in a royal palace and meet a real-life king.

As we arrived at the palace, I was struck by the grandeur and opulence of the surroundings. The king greeted us warmly, his smile warm and welcoming. He introduced us to his son, the young prince who was only 14 years old but already carried himself with a regal air.

We spent the next few days exploring the palace, attending lavish balls and banquets, and getting to know the royal family. My son was enchanted by the prince's tales of adventure and intrigue, while my husband enjoyed discussing politics and history with the king.

And as for me, I found myself reliving memories of my past, of the time when I had been a young woman caught up in a whirlwind of romance and drama. The king and I shared stories of the past, of the case that had brought us together all those years ago, of the bond that had formed between us.

As the visit came to an end, I realized that I had come full circle in my journey. I had rediscovered a part of myself that I had long forgotten, a part that was brave and bold and unafraid to take risks. And I had my family by my side, supporting me and loving me unconditionally.

As we said our goodbyes and boarded the plane back home, I knew that I would always carry a piece of the royal palace with me. And that no matter how much time passed, I would never forget the lessons I had learned and the memories I had made in that magical place.....