Romans de Bryte Writes

The decision was finally made. The news of Isabella Stark being permanently banned from the palace spread like wildfire. Prince Karl was also temporarily banned for a few weeks due to his negligence of certain royal duties—something he didn’t really care about.Aura couldn’t help but smile at the news on the television. She switched it off just as Prince Khalid suddenly walked into the room.“I can explain,” she started.“Save it! What in the world is wrong with you?” he snapped.She couldn’t help but scoff loudly at how hypocritical he was being. After leaving her alone yesterday, he had absolutely no right to ask what was wrong with her. He had no right to demand anything from her now.“You are what’s wrong with me, Khalid,” she fired back. “You’re like this evil drug in my system, triggering me to do stupid things—all because of the envy I feel for Isabella. You left me alone during my father’s funeral visit just because you couldn’t bear to see Isabella, while she stood together w

In the midst of all the scandal going on in the kingdom, Isabella yawned loudly as she applied sunscreen all over her face. Thanks to Prince Karl’s private jet, they had arrived early in the morning, and now they were at the beach, sipping cold drinks and basking in the sun. She was right—coming back had been one of the best decisions she had ever made. The beautiful, tranquil surroundings helped erase every ounce of stress from her body and mind. “Help me, please,” she said to Prince Karl, who was swimming in his own thoughts. He snapped back into reality and nodded as he rubbed sunscreen on her back. It turned him on greatly, but he was determined to keep his self-control in check. They were here because she needed a break—not to make love, even though it was what he wanted more than anything.Isabella could feel her insides melting as his hands gently massaged her bare back. She wanted him too, more than she was willing to admit. “Can we talk about the new scandal?” Prince Karl

Prince Khalid, on the other hand, watched in stunned silence as Isabella went from Sophia back to Prince Karl, who was sitting on the couch. His mouth fell open in disbelief as Prince Karl kissed her on the forehead and held her hand. This was what he feared. It was just like the memorial scandal had brought them even closer. There were cameras everywhere, which meant they were proving the scandal wrong. They really did care for each other—as husband and wife. “I need to leave,” he muttered as he walked up to Aura. “You’re leaving now? I need your support, and you’re leaving?” Aura was almost going crazy. “I’m sorry, but I can’t stay here and watch those two.” “Why do you care?!” Aura snapped, drawing everyone’s attention—including Isabella and Prince Karl, who were starting to enjoy the drama unfolding. “Let’s take this conversation elsewhere,” Khalid whispered, looking embarrassed as everyone stared. “You’re causing a scene.” “I don’t care if I’m making a scene!” she screamed

Not long after, Isabella opened her eyes slowly and looked around. It didn’t take long for her to realize she wasn’t in the palace—she was in her own room at her father’s house. It almost felt like a dream.The door opened, and her father stepped in. Isabella looked around the room, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Where is my husband?” she asked. “He went on an errand. He asked me to inform you that he’ll be back tomorrow to pick you up for the burial ceremony of Duke Miles ,” her father replied. “I think he’s trying to handle the people who were arrested—the ones that assaulted you at the grand memorial.”As he stroked her hair gently, she didn’t ask how he was doing or what he’d been up to. She only cared about her husband.He was aware of how deeply Prince Karl cared for his daughter . He could see the concern in his eyes and remembered how Prince Karl had begged for Isabella to be taken care of before he left. Prince Karl wasn’t a bad man—he truly loved his wife.Isabella was

The next day at the breakfast table, Isabella declared that she would love to go spend some time with her father. Prince Khalid scoffed. “Missing home already, huh? Don’t worry, I will go with you to see my father-in-law,” Prince Karl said, offering his support—which only angered Prince Khalid even more.“Send my greetings to your father,” the King told her, hoping the marriage between Karl and Isabella had softened the old man’s heart.“Sure, he will hear,” Isabella replied. After breakfast, she went to get ready.Prince Karl followed her into the room. “Are you okay, dear?” he asked with deep concern. This was the first time Isabella had requested to spend time at her family house since they got married.“Sure, I’m fine,” she smiled at him. “I just miss my family. I would love to spend some time with them.”Prince Karl ordered his driver to take them to Duke Stark’s residence. The journey was silent but comforting as Isabella rested on her husband’s chest, reminiscing about the even

*Three Days Later at the Queen’s Memorial*The grand courtyard of Redington Royal Palace was shrouded in mourning. Black banners fluttered in the breeze, and members of the royal family stood in somber silence as the Queen’s urn was placed atop the memorial altar. Dignitaries, royals, and citizens watched with solemn reverence. Every eye was on the ceremony… but Prince Karl’s never left Isabella.Karl entwined his fingers with hers in a gesture of support, and she nodded in gratitude. As they approached the chapel, the security guards pushed back the crowd that had come to pay their respects to the late Queen. The crowd cheered for the King and Prince Williams.“Ouch!” Isabella winced as a stone struck her shoulder.“Are you okay?” Prince Karl asked, instantly alert.“Yes… I think I’m fine. Someone just threw a stone at me.” She tried to downplay the situation, but it quickly escalated.Someone in the crowd suddenly yelled, hurling insults at her — “Royal whore!” — and chaos followed.