Novel & Cerita Edwina And Prince Frederick

WRITER’S POV . . “Daring might I add” “excuse me?” Edwin asked the princess as the music continued playing on, his hands taking her up in traditional turn before they came back to Each other, his eyes stayed cold like a piercing iced sword pointed right at him, she was toying with him, ”I mean, what would the people think? Your friend died a few days ago here yet here you are partying, and from what I heard you are the one that found him, but you punishing innocent maids and servants instead”

Her smile was wide, but her eyes were cold. “What do you want, Edwina?” I asked, my voice low. “Oh, just to congratulate you,” she said, stepping closer. “I mean, I had no idea you were capable of landing someone like Maxwell Hollandale. What a surprise!” “Thanks,” I muttered, turning to leave. But she wasn’t done. “I have to admit,” she continued, blocking my path, “I didn’t think you had it in you. After everything that happened, I thought you’d finally crawl back to your little hole and disappear. But here you are, playing the perfect bride. It’s... impressive, really.”

"The only suitors capable of supporting us both wanted Edwina. She turned them down, and they vanished without a trace." "Edwina had suitors? When?" I was so shocked; my eyes must have been wider than saucer plates. I couldn't believe it. "Last year, right after she graduated from high school, two men came from the city in search of wives. Edwina caught their fancy—one was a company director, and the other owned a small business. She refused to marry them, and they left without bothering to check us out." Esther explained. This was my chance to inquire about her age, and I didn't want to miss it. I'd guessed her to be around my age, but I wasn't sure. "How old was she?"

“Eddie!” Crown Prince Thackeray opened the door to Edwina’s office with a bang. Edwina’s head jerked up in surprise, her glasses slipping off her face. Breathless, the brown-haired, brown-eyed prince stormed up to her desk, “We can catch him!” Scrambling to adjust her glasses Edwina replied, “Catch who?”

“We cannot let our people know the Queen doesn’t have a wolf. I know you want to be happy, but you can arrange a marriage with another Princess.” “And Prince Andrew was what to do you? Shit?” I growled. “You going to throw his daughter out because you don’t think she has a wolf? What if she is Lycan, what if she makes it through all of those things we’re worried about?” “Then I will gladly give her my crown.” he sighed. “But you know it says you are going to be the mateless Prince that leads our people.”

Edwina had soaked her pillow in tears after returning home from the cells. Her emotional state didn’t even allow her pay a visit to Benedict, as she headed straight home right after seeing her sister. Why is Sonia behaving like this? Why wont she let her worry about taking care of a disabled person? Why wont she let her worry about choosing to stay with a man she does not love?

Edwin ordered his subordinates, who promptly nodded and quickly left in the direction Melati pointed out. Edwin embraced his wife and child, letting out the long-suppressed longing. He felt incredibly fortunate to be reunited with them after an arduous journey. "Let's go home!" Edwin suggested, embracing Diandra and cuddling her in his arms, accompanied by Melati, who hugged him warmly. ***

She moved away from his body. "Yes, Marc. Ot's time for me to go. Now, I have to go. Please. Don’t make it difficult for me. Come. Let's get back to the hall. I have to say goodbye to everyone." Edwina said. He nodded her head then grabbed her hand. He intertwined their fingers. They both walked outside from the office walking to the dining hall.

“Because I’m waiting for that day. Even when I was just your maid at the palace, you two were hot together. There was fire, Sparks and unfinished business.” “Oh please, Nina, don’t start,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Anyway… I met—” I pause for effect. “Drum roll,” I add, tapping Zaiden’s back lightly. “Say it already!” Nina snaps, practically vibrating. “Prince Frederick.” Her mouth drops open. She freezes. “The sexy, masculine Prince Frederick?” she blurts out, then clamps a hand over her mouth as if she’s just committed a crime. I burst out laughing.