《Unloving His Majesty》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

Princess Zania stood in front of the massive window on the third floor of the Jolly island castle. A place meant to be her home, but worse than a prison to her. She stared into nothingness. Her pale skin told a story of someone who lost too much blood. Her fifth miscarriage. Her dull, defeated eyes were devoid of any emotions. The hopelessness and complete darkness had completely replaced the once jovial full-of-life princess of the Jolly island. She had become a shell of the once most talked about princess.Her hand instinctively rested on her tummy. Many things got less painful with time, or perhaps with experience. She learned the hard way that there were exceptions to that. Her best friend and over fifty of her most loyal subordinates executed because of her, and losing a piece of herself five times, fell in that category. It was as if a sharp object was plunged right into her heart. She was still lost in her thoughts when a gentle knock and a maid coming into her view snapped

King Maxwell had just settled down in his chambers when his frantic mistress walked in tearful. “What now, Mary?” he asked with a tired tone. “I…I made Zania soup to get her better and she threw it at me. It hurts,” she reported before bursting out into tears.“You went to Zania’s chambers?” he asked sharply. “Did I not tell you stay away from her?” he added, not impressed. So much was irritating him about his so called mistress recently.“You did, but she was not well and I wanted to cheer her up,” Mary explained with misty eyes. “With that tummy? How do you think you can cheer her up with that glaring at her?” he asked. The pregnancy was a regret he could not undo. He blamed his queen for it as well. Had she not ran off to her lover as usual, he would not have drunk himself into a stupor and ended up impregnating a woman he had already cut tires with. He still had no recollection of what really happened that night his mistress conceived. His harsh tone made her shrink. The

Princess Zania woke up on the forest floor and frowned before sitting up. She looked younger and felt different. It was as if her mind had advanced while her body remained. The warm sunrays and chipping of the birds prompted her to get on her feet and rub her eyes. She knew exactly where she was, but how was that possible? It was the day her father died, and her life turned for the worst. Did she dream all of that? Did she maybe hit her head and all of that was a dream?She ran her hand over her curly hair and did not feel any bump or injury that could explain what was happening. Twirling around, her favourite blue gown opened up like a beautiful umbrella. She let out a laugh when she realized that she had been given a second chance to do things better. To protect her people and her beloved animals better.“Princess Zania! Princess Zania!” her friend called. It was the most beautiful sound in her ears. She remembered everything that was to happen very well. Lady Celia was going to te

“Is he king yet?” Princess Zania asked her friend as they strolled in the garden. Lady Celia let out a laugh, knowing how her friend was going to react to her response. Her friend seemed to expect the worst from the prince and she did not understand why. “No. His Highness has insisted on both of your coronations to be after the wedding.”Princess Zania frowned at her friend’s words. The prince previously had his coronation as and became king before the wedding. She wedded him as a princess while he was already a king. It made his people to belittle her despite the fact that they were meant to be equals in the coalition. “Sneaky bastard,” she mumbled when it occurred to her that he desperately needed her tribe to think he is genuine. He did not need to do that previously because she had bought into the whole sham. Lady Celia studied the princess. She could not understand why her friend, who was usually so accommodating, was so cold towards the prince. Her people and elders were alr

“Welcome to your castle, My Queen.”The princess turned to look questioningly at the man sitting beside her. “This castle is now named after you,” he told her while she looked at him with confusion written all over her face. He continued to shock her. “This is your home. My people shall be yours and yours, mine, but if I ever falter, you have the authority to banish me from your castle.”“Why are you doing this?” she asked, unable to keep quiet any longer. She had her own castle and he knew it. His gesture was unnecessary and risky for him. She could not understand his angle. They had agreed on a coalition to save lives, nothing more.“Because I must, and my queen is enchanting. Shall we?” he said charmingly and offered her his hand to hold as she mounted down.“Why are you doing this?” she pressed on, ignoring his breathtaking smile. “I have fallen for my wife.”“No, you never…” she halted while he gazed lovingly at her. “I never what, my Queen?”“Nothing,” she responded quickly