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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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Freya ran straight to the kitchen. She didn't know why she always had to meet that scary man. Walking straight to the kitchen, she grabbed the tray of food and ran to the princess's room.

Inside her room, Oriana lay on her bed with her leg touching the ground. She covered her eyes with her hand, thinking about when Adric touched her chin. She used to be repulsed and angry if he came even a step close, but now she was turning red with just a mere touch.

Freya pushed the door open and walked inside the room, setting the table first before she went to inform the princess about it.

"Princess Oriana," she called with a tiny voice to avoid waking the princess up in case she was deeply asleep.

Oriana opened her eyes. Sitting up, she sighed. "Freya," she called her with a tired voice.