Thank you for the support so far. This book will not be as long as Xavier and Mia's story hopefully I finish it this month. Do you believe there is an end game here? Is Edward up to something hiding something or is he being genuine? I'd like to read your comments.
The smile on Rue’s face was implacable as she stared at her to-be husband, Oliver, who held her hand, smiling right back at her. She was adorned in a golden lacey gown that flowed on the floor behind her and a golden veil to hide her face until she was wedded. Oliver had the same golden lace on, sewn into a long robe that stopped on his knee and a pair of matching trousers. The two look so happy and glorious. It was the best love story I’d witnessed. Being the bride’s family, we sat on the left side of the temple and the groom sat on the right. Prince Edward was the first to catch my attention in his royal purple robe and black trousers well designed and created to meet his royal title. The robe’s long sleeves had gold cufflinks, which served as an attention grabber. A few maiden’s heads also turned at his presence, knowing who he was, and they swooned at his sight, but he paid them no mind. He looked my way a few times, and I felt the heat of his gaze. But as interesting as his gaze
“He asked you what?” Jane asked, her eyes so wide I feared they would pop out of their socket. “He asked me to come with him to the capital,” I repeated what I just told her. Jane had been well aware of my entanglement with the prince. She had walked into the office when he had me bent on my desk while he rode into me from behind. When I finally got to speak to her, she told me she suspected someone was up between us, but thought she was just over imagining things. She added there was an undeniable attraction between us that anyone with eyes could see. I told her it was nothing serious and her eyes told me she didn’t buy it at first, then I told her we didn’t put a tag or exclusivity on what we were doing. We were two people attracted to each other, giving in to their desires and wanting more for as long as they could. She told me she understood and advised me to play it safe. “He’s a prince, he can have anyone he wants,” she advised me not to get my heart involved. I have tried t
There were a few changes in our initial arrangement. The prince went ahead to the capital first a few days ago because the king beckoned to him, but he promised to send for me and every day I waited agitated and counting down. After I got home yesterday, I received visitors and before my door were six royal guards to bring me to the capital, just as he had promised. The smile on my face remained impeccable. Edward had kept to his words, and that made me happy. I gathered my luggage containing the dresses the dressmaker had worked on a few days ago, and a guard helped set the bag into the carriage. They looked beautiful. I knew the prince would love them when he sees them on me. I had already set Jane in charge of the parlour in mine and Edward’s absence and though she was sceptical about us; I told her not to be. Edward cared about me more than anything else and he wanted to be with me. It felt like a dream, but it was real. She hugged me and told me to stay safe in the Capital and g
Flashback"Make a wish!" Bruce squealed as he brought the cake in a steel tray having only one candle on it towards me. It was still so early, the cock hadn't crowed yet. I had woken up after I heard my door crack open a moment ago and I saw him coming in with my cake.It was my birthday after all and Bruce had gone out of his way like he usually did to put a smile on my face. He had succeeded every time in the last eleven years.He was the closest thing I had to a father since I never knew mine and I couldn't ask my mother where my father was because she died while giving birth to me."Come on, Lani, make a wish." he prodded.My eyes shut, while I wore a goofy smile on my face, "I wish next year will be better." I mumbled to myself and when my eyes fluttered back up, I blew off the candlelight on the cake. Bruce clapped and cheered. .....My eyes flew open, knowing that this like the many others I've had this week was nothing more than a memory in form of a dream. Bruce was no longe
I felt the bed dip underneath me and a weight dropped on my lower body while I stayed asleep. Moments passed, and I felt a faint trail that caused goosebumps to scatter all over my body. I squirmed and turned my head to the side, wanting to continue with sleep. My legs moved apart, and I felt something plugged into me from behind. It moved slowly but into deep parts of me. This wasn’t the first time I had been taken in my dreams, but this was the one that felt real. I moaned and my lashes pulled apart and I found Edward behind me like he was when we went to bed last night. His arms, however, were no longer around me, but his hand stayed on my hips. My eyes were narrow, partly because I was still sleepy and partly because I was confused. I felt the pressure I had experienced in the dream and realised it wasn’t a dream, but real. I inhaled sharply when he thrust into me. “Morning.” he moaned, lathering kisses all over my neck. “Edward?” “Mistress, I woke up wanting you. I knew I ha
I watch the queen from a far responding to the guests, all sending in their congratulations to her and her husband, King Xavier who stood beside her. She looked delightful and did everything gracefully. It all came naturally to her, and I felt privileged to walk in the same room with her and to have even had a moment to converse with her. “What are you thinking?” Edward asked. He had done his best to stay throughout the day, and even when he received words from his father, the alpha of alphas; he declined and instructed the guard to return to Robb with a message from him. It was a bold move from him to stand up and say no to his father, and I applauded him for it. “This comes naturally to her,” I said and his eyes followed to rest on Mia and a wide smile spread over his face. “It does, and that’s why she’s queen.” “It is. She’s an amazing queen.” I stayed silent, watching the queen and king speak to the guest and relate warmly with those around them. I always thought differentl
“Edward.” He unwrapped his arms from around my waist and I felt my heart shrink in my chest and cold gripped my skin. “Father,” he bowed his head a little, and I did likewise. “We had plans to meet this morning. What changed? What could be more important than your future?” the grey-haired man demanded, his eyes too fixed on his son to acknowledge my presence. “My presence was needed here, father and I needed to commit to this.” “You’re sounding just like your brother. Do not become reckless. The kingdom cannot afford that at this point.” I saw Edward’s teeth clench and I could tell he was doing his very best to keep silent while his father ranted on. “I know my part to play and when my time comes, I’ll do what needs to be done.” Edward didn’t look happy about what he had to do, and I didn’t know what that was. He had spent the whole day with his father yesterday, but didn’t tell me what his meeting with his father was about. I should have asked, but from the look of things
Edward POV.I stood watching my father speak to a few elders present at the banquet while I drank the grape wine in my goblet. Kailani was mad at me. I could tell it even though she tried to control her outburst. I couldn’t explain it to her without hurting her, and hurting her was the last thing I wanted to do. She was the woman of my dreams and she was everything to me. Yet, I had hesitated when I had stood face to face with my father earlier. I wouldn’t have if I didn’t already know his plans set out for me and it wasn’t something I wanted. Being royal meant you had no control over your destiny. You would always have to put the kingdom first. I understood that, but things were not as easy as they seemed. I wanted Kailani for many reasons, but none of them were selfish reasons. No one would understand my reasons, because I’ve somehow appeared spotless and noble since I could remember.Sure, I could compare what I had with Kailani to what Xavier had with Zara, but they were not the sa