All Chapters of Royal Trouble: A Naughty Prince Meets His Match : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The next morning, the palace was unusually quiet. The grand halls that had been alive with drums, laughter, and music just hours before now carried only the faint echoes of footsteps. Prince Carl, still weary from the endless celebrations, wandered down the staircase in search of water. His head throbbed slightly from lack of rest, but deep inside, he was at peace—last night had sealed his fate with Ariel. Just as he reached for the jug on the dining table, there came a loud knock on the palace doors. The sound echoed through the empty corridors like a thunderclap. A maid hurried forward and opened it. Standing there was a woman, her clothes rumpled, her face pale but determined. She lifted her trembling hand and pointed straight at Carl. “Prince Carl…” her voice cracked but grew louder, carrying through the hall. “I can’t bear the humiliation any longer. You… you are the father of my unborn child!” The world froze. Carl stood like a stone, the jug of water slipping from his fi

The palace chamber was unusually quiet, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Ariel and Carl faced each other, and the tension in the air was nearly unbearable. Carl’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands trembling as he tried to steady himself. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. “I didn’t do it! Please… believe me,” he pleaded, desperation flickering in his eyes like a storm about to break. Ariel’s lips curved into a soft laugh, sharp and disarming. “Why do you look so miserable?” she asked, her tone teasing but calm. Her eyes danced with a mixture of amusement and challenge. “I thought you despised me. Then why insist I hear you?” Carl froze, taken aback by her words. He had expected anger, accusation, or even silence—but not this. Surprise and relief collided in his chest. “Ariel…” he began, swallowing hard. “The kingdom… the rules… they didn’t forbid you from having as many wives as you wanted. My father didn’t have two wives because he couldn’t fin

The palace felt smaller this morning, corners crowded with rumor. Even the servants seemed to move with extra caution, as if sneaking past a sleeping beast. In the servants’ wing, a cluster of maids huddled by a linen chest, voices low and urgent.“Did you see her at dinner?” one whispered, eyes wide. “That Anna — she came in like a storm. The whole hall went cold.”“She’s a destroyer,” another replied, scowling. “At a time when everything should be peaceful — even the newlyweds couldn’t go on their honeymoon. Who brings that kind of trouble to a palace? She’s vicious.”Their gossip feathered outward, careless and loud for hearts already raw with recent events.At that very moment Anna passed by, the tail of her dress whispering on the floor. She paused, then smiled in a way that did not reach her eyes. The maids, seeing the princess approach, froze mid-breath.Anna clapped once, deliberately, the sound sharp enough to snap the air. “Oh? How quaint. You find the palace comfortable e

The atmosphere in the royal parlour was unusually heavy that evening. The faint crackle of the fireplace was the only sound filling the silence, its golden glow throwing restless shadows on the walls. Queen Margarette sat with her back straight, her fingers tapping against her cup of coffee as if searching for the courage to speak. King Edward sat opposite her, hunched slightly, his broad shoulders sagging under a weight he could not easily name.At last, Margarette’s voice broke the silence.“What are we going to do with Anna?” Her tone was clipped, her frustration evident. “She came from nowhere and destroyed the peace of this palace. Ever since she stepped foot inside, Ariel has had no peace. Even the servants are unsettled.”Edward exhaled heavily, dragging a hand across his weary face. “What do you expect me to do, Margarette? Carl is the one who got her pregnant. He must be the one to resolve it.”Margarette’s eyes sharpened. “Resolve it? Is that what you call this chaos? Car

Carl held the phone to his ear, his lips curving into a smile that Anna could not see. “You want me to come pick you up like your husband, right?” His voice was calm, mocking. “You are really doing great, Anna. A wonderful actor.” On the other side of the line, Anna’s heart skipped. “Carl, please… don’t tease me like this. I’m tired, I need you. Just come—” But Carl cut her off. “You know the way to the palace. You came here once, didn’t you? Then you can find your way back.” Her voice cracked in shock. “Wait—what do you mean by that?” Carl’s tone hardened. “It means either you find your way back… or you go back to wherever it was you came from.” “Carl, wait! Wait, please! Don’t hang up on me—” But the line went dead. Carl had already dropped the call. For a moment, he stared at the phone, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. Then, slipping it into his pocket, he walked away with a slow, confident stride. At the hospital, Anna c