All Chapters of Forbidden To Love: A Royal Sin : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The first thing I feel is his warm and slow breath, drifting over my belly like a secret. My skin tickles in response. I grip his shoulders instinctively, needing something to hold on to, something to keep me grounded as my knees threaten to give way.Then his lips touch me, a brush or a whisper of skin on skin that sends a tremor through me and I forget how to breathe. I move my fingers, tightening his shirt, and my body arches forward before I can stop it.He kisses me again, lower this time, firmer, and I feel it everywhere. His mouth on my belly sends a pulse through my chest, my thighs, and the space between my ribs that hold my breath hostage.My fingers slid into his hair without thinking, desperate for something more or maybe just him. He looked up briefly, lips still ghosting over my skin, and murmured, “I could stay here forever. God!”I can feel Gregory trialling his fingers between my thighs, while he's still kissing my belly button. I shudder, gasp and moan. I don't know

“What’s this tea? It looks strange,” I ask Lina, frowning slightly as I swirl the cup in my hand. “Why did you change my usual black tea?” I’m seated in the garden, where I’ve started taking my breakfast lately.She moves closer, adjusting the table setting like she’s buying time. For the past week, I’ve noticed this odd swap, morning and night, she serves me a cup. I’ve been too caught up in this whirlwind romance to question it. Too enchanted and carefree.Lina gives a soft smile. “It’s a special brew I make myself, just for you, my Princess.”I study her carefully. There’s something in that smile, a flicker of something hidden. I glance down at the tea again.“Why? What’s so special about it?” I narrow my eyes.“It’s… it’s a prevention tea,” she blurts out.I blink. “Prevention… what?”Lina straightens, her voice turning firm despite the gentle tone. “My Princess, I’ve been close to you for years. I probably know you better than your mother, the Queen. And I know you’ve been… invol

“I heard,” I say, my voice low. “Father made it very clear over dinner.I imagine everyone’s preparing to welcome her like the salvation of the kingdom,” I blurt out, swallowing the bitterness that rises faster than the tea’s warmth can soothe.“She is the choice of the council,” Lina says, her tone neutral but careful. “They think she’s best for Prince Gregory. For peace.”Peace. The word tastes like ash.“She’s a symbol, Lina. She was chosen before she ever knew what it meant to love someone. And he’s supposed to accept her. Just like that.” I pause, then whisper, “Like I never existed.”Lina meets my gaze in the mirror. “You do exist, Christie. Just… not in the way they know.”I exhale sharply, setting the cup down. “That’s the thing, isn’t it? In their eyes, I’m his sister. I share the Halrion name, I sit beside him in ceremonies, and they speak of me with reverence. But none of them knows the truth that burns inside me every time he’s near.”My throat tightens.“They don’t know t

The palace sparkles and glimmers.Everything has been polished to perfection, the marble floors shine like glass, chandeliers hang like frozen waterfalls, and gold-trimmed velvet drapes frame the tall windows. It’s as if the palace is trying to outshine the guests arriving at its gates.And the guests… oh, they’re pouring in.The elite, the nobles, the foreign royals… every person that matters in Aerithia and beyond is here tonight. The main hall is filling up with layered gowns, crisp attires, and exotic perfumes that mix into something heavy and dizzying.I stand near the grand staircase, watching them arrive one after the other. I should feel used to it by now, but something about tonight makes my chest tighten. Maybe it’s the music playing softly from the royal orchestra. Maybe it’s the soft glances thrown my way.Or maybe it’s just him.Gregory stands at the top of the staircase, dressed in navy and silver, his military uniform looking regal and handsome. Like a storybook prince.

The talk of my performance with Gregory at his engagement party spreads like wildfire through the palace and beyond. Days have passed, but it still lingers on everyone’s lips. The maids whisper about it. The guards nod and smile when they see me. Even noble guests who had left the palace sent letters just to say how moved they were.Most people didn’t even know I could play the harp. Apart from my family and a few palace staff who’ve heard me strum in private, no one has ever seen me perform publicly. To them, I was just a quiet, elegant princess, maybe, but not the type to command a room.But that night, I did.And Gregory? His singing shocked everyone. The stoic and regal Crown Prince in control, sang with so much emotion that it melted hearts. Not even our parents knew he had such a voice. No one had ever seen him so open, so... human.The truth is, that performance was never meant for an audience. It was something we once shared in my room years ago, during my mid-teens, long bef