Ludvig Nilsson’s POV
“I can see that your grandson was quite the charmer,” I said as I was looking at Levine. He was smirking before I was sipping on my brandy.
“Aren’t you going to the date that you have with one Lady Klara Davis?” Levine asked me as I grunted.
“Why do you care so much about my date?”
“No reason. Just don’t want you to miss it,” Levine said before he put his glass on the coffee table. Then, he stood up.
Ludvig Nilsson’s POV“Hi, what can we help you with?” The receptionist said as Klara was pulling her hood down. The receptionist gasped before Klara was smiling at her.“I would like a room for the night please,” she said as she turned to look at me. I was still putting my hood on as I don’t want the public to know that their king was in their midst.“Of course, would this gentleman be with you?” The recepti
Kellisa Nilsson’s POVI was looking at my husband's hard chest as I was smiling. The dawn was here as I know that we have been keeping up all night as I was looking at Tyler’s handsome face. I wondered if he was awake.“You know, staring is considered rude,” he said as he was still closing his eyes. I giggled before I was looking at his dark green orbs that were shining with mischief.“Hmm, I thought you would love it if I was to stare at you every morning before you wake up?”
Kellisa Nilsson’s POVI was walking with my mother after our little session in the study room. I cannot believe that my mother was being killed in a car accident was alive. And most of them all, she did not tell me how she survived.But maybe it was for another time.We went out of the study room to see that my husband was talking with my father. They were talking animatedly with each other before my father spotted us.“Ah, there they are! Having a little bonding, I see,” my father said as I was smiling when my mother was giggling.
Ludvig Nilsson’s POVI was looking around the ballroom as I was standing with my wife by my side. I was smiling before I saw that my best friend, Levine Virtanen was talking with two people. One of them was King Hungary himself, Peter Rovski.So, the other person must be his son, Eddy Rovski.“What are you looking at?’’ Klara, now my wife officially and the Queen of Sweden, was asking me as I was arching my eyebrow at her.“What do you mean?” I asked her as Klara was smirking at me.
Tyler Virtanen’s POVAfter I met the stranger that was trying to ask me about what was going on with the restaurant that was out of control, I know exactly what was going on. It was one of the stupid contests that royalty was NEVER done before. Keyword: NEVER.I mean, what was Princess Katherine was thinking? Probably none. I was supposed to be one of the people that we're pushing to get inside the restaurant. I get it, living luxuriously with my future bride who happened to be a Finnish princess.Well, not my style.
Kellisa Nilsson’s POVI was sitting in the library at my favorite spot of all time, the couch by the window that was good for the sunlight to come through. I was happily reading my favorite book from the American Historical Fiction author, Lorraine Heath. I was giggling when someone was coming into the library.And it was none other than the King Ludvig of Sweden after all.I was looking at my father before I was closing the book right now. I know when he came to look after me, it was something important. Why do you ask? Well, it was because I was the only heir of my father’s throne.
Tyler Virtanen’s POVI was standing at the mansion before I was getting into the car as I saw my grandpa was looking at me by the window of his throne room. I was smiling at him before I waved goodbye.He did not wave back.What can I say? That man was a cold-hearted man. He just thinks about profit and nothing else. Sometimes I think he was a robot that was built by my real Grandpa that wanted to get out of taking care of us.3 of us, Kai, my brother, Chris, my cousin, and me.I sighed before
Kellisa Nilsson’s POVI was looking at the application that wanted to play as the Finnish Princess for this Husband Hunt that I was helping out as well. Princess Katherine Abigail Remes, the other princess that was not married yet when her sister, Princess Kathleen Aurora Remes, was married to one of the Virtanen’s grandsons.How come I know all this? Well, I was following up on all the gossips that were circulating my new employer like a moth to a flame. I cannot help but feel sorry for her. And that night when she was coming home soaking wet from the rain, my heart was broken to see her like that.And so, I made it my mission to ease her burde