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A herald stood at the entrance, staff in hand. The doors opened. Light spilled out, warm and golden. The hall was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling like captured constellations. Long tables gleamed with silverware and polished stone. Walls were draped in banners bearing the royal crest, embroidered so finely they looked alive. The wealth of the Werewolf King was on full display, unapologetic and overwhelming. The music softened. The herald’s voice rang out, clear and loud. “Presenting Her Royal Highness, Princess Sage of the Northern Line, accompanied by His Majesty King Leonardo and Prince Leam.”

His eyes widened. “What?” I asked sharply. “What is it?” I moved to him quickly. He didn’t answer, so I snatched the phone from his hand. My own eyes went wide as I scrolled. It was there. Everything. Her full name, Princess Normani of Scotland. Photos, achievements, charities, awards. Pictures of her standing beside the royal family. Speeches. International recognitions. All of it is real. All of it is undeniable. She got so many awards, it was almost unbelievable as I stared at the screen.

I will make her go crazy, I will make her hate me, I will think of me, I will make her love me and I will make her my bride. This is a good opportunity for me since our parents will arrange us soon. I will make her my bride by the end of this year. A week later.. "Your Highness, Princess Juliet wants to see you." I smirked hearing that she's here. "Bring her in." I said as I kept writing my journal. I heard her steps walking into my study room and I looked up to her. She brought a big black file with her and she was wearing a black short skirt with white shirt.

Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it. "I wear the royal title Rial Cariad. Royal consort. This makes me royal. I thought priests of Aevitism learn some general knowledge? Or are you trying to say that Eitir doesn't have the status required to have royalty?" The silence laid thick in the room, and as no one had anything to utter, Akana continued.

, unlike any other Royals in Fantasma, I might the only Royals that is easier to meet with. “Madam Vice President?!!….Madam ministers, Princess…and even His Highness President?!…..Ah…my apologies, Madam Vice President, Sire President…”.(Governess Countess Jelina) “Please forgive us, Your Highnesses!…”.(Claire Valkary, Orthum Bronzehammer & Sith Rik)

He patted my hand gently and knelt beside me. The royal herald unrolled the parchment and read aloud, "By the grace and command of His Majesty the King. Whereas Crown Prince Charles Crane, heir to the throne, is a man of honor and valor; and whereas Catherine Lindon, daughter of the late General Lindon, is a woman of virtue and grace; the two being well matched in character and breeding, it is His Majesty's joyful command that they be joined in holy matrimony. Given under our hand this day. Long live the King."

He wore a crown haphazardly on his head, as if he couldn’t be bothered to go through with the effort of putting it on straight. I curtseyed again. Charles smirked as I rose. “I’m Prince Charles. You can call me Your Royal Highness,” he said smugly. I immediately did not like him. From behind him, the mysterious older woman cleared her throat. “Well, isn’t anybody going to introduce me?”

I will be kissing those lips, an intrusive thought suddenly appeared, and I internally screamed at myself for thinking that because this is most likely an error–a glitch in the system–something that has never happened before. "Vivienne?" I still hear Amy and Bianca talking to me and I still don't answer them. My eyes are still on the picture, still on the screen that read: "Congratulations! You have been Matched with: Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee III His Royal Highness, the Prince Third in line for the Throne"

Chapter Ten Even the admonishment to herself that she shouldn’t consider the royal palace home couldn’t make it feel less like she was returning after a long absence to a welcome homecoming. The royal family had gathered to greet them, though she didn’t fool herself into believing that they were there for her. She was simply an accessory trailing behind the prince, but she was okay with that. Having them greet her in any other, more familiar way would mean they had realized there was something more to their relationship.

His tail surrounded me in a protective stance. “So it’s you,” Ren spoke with a sly smile on his face. “The famous Crown Princess of Solterra, the only one alive who can summon a fire dragon. The mistress of fire. Now I see where those rumors came from. You have an incomparable beauty indeed.” “Ren Lancaster,” I uttered his name with disgust. “Right.” He nodded. “I am Ren Lancaster, the king of Frostville and will soon be the king of all kingdoms. And you…” He smirked and advanced a step. “Shall be mine.”