Royal Trouble: A Naughty Prince Meets His Match 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

Ariel planted herself in front of the little table where Charlotte and Adrian sat, both of them still frozen mid-bite. Her eyes darted between her best friend and her brother, and then she let out a long, dramatic gasp that made nearby customers glance their way. “Ohhh, I see now! So this is why you’ve been sneaking off all the time, Charlotte!” She placed both hands on her hips, feigning outrage like a queen scolding her subjects. “And you—” she pointed sharply at Adrian “—my own brother? You couldn’t even tell me you’ve been secretly dating my best friend?” Charlotte’s face turned crimson, her fork clattering against her plate. She scrambled for words, stammering, “Ariel, wait—it’s not what you think—” Ariel leaned closer, her grin widening mischievously. “Oh, it’s exactly what I think. Look at you two, feeding each other like newlyweds at a honeymoon dinner. Hmph! Behind my back, too!” She fanned herself dramatically, pretending to faint. Adrian cleared

The room fell into silence as the physician set his tools aside. His wrinkled hands trembled slightly, but his face softened into a warm smile. He bowed deeply before speaking. “My prince… my princess… congratulations. The signs are clear. The princess is with child.” For a heartbeat, nobody moved. The words seemed too heavy, too miraculous to sink in. Then, joy erupted like a storm. The palace maids screamed in delight, clapping their hands and jumping around as though the child was their own. Some wept openly, embracing one another. Others rushed to light candles of thanksgiving at the corners of the room. King Edward’s eyes glistened. He turned to Queen Margarette and pulled her tightly into his arms. His voice cracked as he whispered, “Our bloodline… the future of this kingdom lives in her. Margarette, do you see it? Our prayers have been answered.” Margarette’s face glowed. She kissed his cheek with trembling lips before fumbling for the t

Charlotte arrived at the palace with a glowing smile, her heart light with excitement. Earlier that morning, Vicky and Becky had rushed to her with the wonderful news of Ariel’s pregnancy. The joy had been contagious. Charlotte had barely slept the night before, imagining the celebrations that would surely fill the palace. She pictured laughter, dancing, the sound of trumpets echoing in the halls. But the moment she stepped through the grand doors, everything felt… wrong. The air was heavy. Servants walked past with lowered eyes, whispering in hushed tones. The cheerful music of the palace was replaced with silence so thick it pressed against her chest. The joy she expected was nowhere to be found. Her smile faltered, her footsteps slowing. What is going on? she thought, her chest tightening with unease. At the far end of the hall, King Zubrel sat stiffly in his throne-like chair, his face carved into stone. When his eyes flicked to Charlotte, they lingered

The café had gone dead silent. Forks froze midway, spoons hovered above bowls. Every eye was fixed on the scene unfolding in the corner, where one woman’s disguise had just been ripped away. Lilian clutched her fallen bag tightly, bowing her head to hide her flushed cheeks. She forced a nervous laugh, murmuring, “Sorry, everyone… clumsy me.” But when her eyes lifted, they collided with Adrian’s—his gaze raw, startled, unblinking. Then with Charlotte’s, sharp and questioning. Her lungs seized. She tried to wave again, desperate to pretend. “Sorry,” she whispered as though she was a stranger who had stumbled into the wrong story, and she turned to flee. But Adrian’s hand shot out, catching her sleeve before she could move. “Lilian—wait.” The gentle pull was enough. She stumbled back into her chair with a soft thud, breath caught in her throat. The café murmurs faded into silence again. Charlotte stared, her face pale, her voice trembling bu

Adrian and Charlotte remained seated in the quiet corner of the cafeteria, the hum of distant chatter and clinking cups fading into nothing around them. His eyes were red, his voice low and trembling. “What am I really going to do now?” he murmured, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not ready to lose you, Charlotte… I can’t.” Charlotte’s chest tightened. She wanted to comfort him, to reach across the table and hold his hand, but fear held her still. The truth hung between them like a heavy curtain neither could lift. Far away from their struggle, Lilian wandered down to the seaside. The night breeze tugged at her scarf as she sank onto a rock, her arms wrapped around herself. “I thought he loved me,” she whispered, staring at the restless waves. “He really took good care of me, like he cared for me. What am I supposed to do now?” Her tears blurred the moonlight dancing on the water. For a long time she sat there, lost in thought, until her body felt to