A Christmas Prince The Royal Wedding Novels & Stories

“Here this is your closet, I finally managed to get my ass in order and gave you one all for all the clothes you will be getting.” “Getting?” I questioned. “Yeah you will get gifts and all of that at the wedding, and then when you become Queen all those that want to give you gifts which will be a lot. So yeah you are going to have a lot to choose from and you are going to be annoyed until you can manage to figure out which designers you want to wear and all of that.”

Princess Catalina called for my attention the moment she stood in front of me with that man, “I would like you to meet my fiance, Anthoine. We are about to get married next year.” I prevent myself from gasping. Princess Catalina is about to marry someone else? Does it mean, she is really ready to take up the throne from the Royal Family? More than anything else, why was it so quick? I know her as a conservative woman. And knowing the media, if she started dating someone, the public will know. I have no news about her romantic relationship lately. Was this wedding genuine or is this just because of the so-called “power”?

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

The questions were asked I answered, he answered We exchanged rings happily I'm now Princess Blue Claus Soon to be Queen Blue of Edinburgh I couldn't hide my joy Tears welled up and I couldn't fight back Finally, the moment I was waiting for came YOU MAY NOW KISS THE BRIDE He lowered his beautiful face and placed his lips on mine in a gentle and loving way He nimbled on them and our tongues intertwined We unlocked and everyone cheered We faced the crowd Priest: I Now present to you, MAN AND WIFE Everyone in the church stood up with shouts and claps Prince Adrian squeezed my hand sweetly We were all smiles as we walked out of the church He whispered something to me Adrian: mine for life I chu

The next two days went by in a flash, there were a lot of preparation for the impromptu engagement. It was to be done in secret, especially since, there was an axe hanging over their heads, the engagement wasn’t elaborate, in fact it was a very simple one. The entourage of the northern kingdom had arrived with gifts for their beloved bride. The Prince was already in attendance, he has finally gotten the love of his life, he was dressed in white as the tradition demands, to him he would have wanted more time to plan a more elaborate engagement, he understood that everything has to be done in a hurry, never the less, he would make it up in their wedding, he would give her the elaborate wedding

I just try to make a conversation on the way. “Preparations are running for the Prince’s wedding I believe. It has been a bit crazy lately.” He answers as he walks in front of me. “The Prince?” I stutter out. “Yes, Prince Jackson. You know King Faron’s Son?” he answers questioning me back. I stop immediately and stare at him as he carries on walking.

Meanwhile, Axton looked to and fro around the castle grounds to see how things were and was also feeling nervous about his wedding day. "Axton, what are you doing? Come on, we have to get into the church first!" said Alex who had just come over to him while smiling at Axton. "I know. Come on," Axton replied nervously and followed Alex into the church. A huge trumpet sounded, ordering the gatekeepers to open the castle gates so the residents could enter the inner courtyard, witnessing Axton and Helena's wedding. "Attention! On this morning, Prince Axton ordered all of you to come to the castle church grounds to witness the wedding between Prince Axton and Princess Helena!" exclaimed the royal

"We are delighted to welcome the esteemed Alderama family, leaders of the Palalon Pack from California." The name Alderama was a name I had heard before back home, but I had no idea they were werewolves. I had only known them to be a wealthy family. "And as part of the strengthening of the bonds between our houses and our pack," the King continued, "I am overjoyed to announce that our dear heir Prince Leon Valmont and the lovely Heir Princess Sasha Alderama will be formally engaged before Christmas." Engaged. Before Christmas. The words hit me like a physical blow, and the entire venue dissolved into a ringing, painful, white noise. All the promises were all a lie, a distraction before Leon’

It fit perfectly, neither too big nor too small. A look of pure joy instantly broke across Prince Adrian's face. "It really is you! I knew you were here!" He swept me into his arms and even spun me around in front of everyone, completely ignoring royal etiquette. "Come! Return to the palace with me! We're getting married right away!" He carried me into the carriage, and we rode toward the palace under the worried, conflicted gazes of Sienna and my sisters. … Night fell. Prince Adrian got down on one knee with a joyful expression, kissed the back of my hand, and looked at me affectionately. "My princess."

From the look on his face, he didn’t care about what the article read, not when she was wearing his jumper, a size or two too big for her, sliding down one shoulder, exposing her shoulders to him. The bartender cleared her throat, pushing at his shoulders until she had enough space to wiggle around, snapping her phone on. It didn’t matter if he was not interested in knowing about it. As if on cue, the Prince crowded right back up against her, fitting all the sweet curves of her body against his hips. She heard the catch in his breath as they fit together, but Jane didn’t let it stop her, starting to read. “Why Prince Tristan of Wales and his latest squeeze might not be in Palace.”