Novel & Cerita Married A Gardener Got A Prince

“Still think I’m your true love, princess?” Back straightening with self-righteous indignation, I proclaimed, “Working in such a manner doesn’t automatically make a person wicked. And even if it did, your origins do not affect our match in the least. In fact, did you know the crown prince of High Cliff married a washerwoman because of their marks matching up?” He sent me a curious glance. “Really? I did not know that, in fact. So the king was perfectly agreeable to the fact that his heir wanted a—”

“I'm here to strike a deal with you, Your Majesty. One that would get us both out of this mess.” Kaiden cocked his head to the side, “I'm listening.” “I had a lover. He was a farmer, a mere commoner with not one piece of land to his name. He was poorer than people experiencing poverty but had a heart larger than that of many royalties I've ever met. My father found out and decided that marrying me off would be the best way to ‘salvage’ my reputation.

Mrs Valentino adds brightly as she stares back at me, and as I stare back at me, I try all I can not to fight back the tears threatening to form. I did it... I actually did it... From this point, I'm Alyssa Valentino... and Stephano Valentino... is now my husband...

Spoke the secretary of the best businessman of the decade into the mic. The cameras turn to the limousine which parks in front of the palace. The family of the future couple climb down, as well as the couple themselves. Mr. Shay walks back to his family, hugging his wife and kids as he whispers to his wife, "Doesn't this remind you of our marriage?" "It does. You were working all over the place to make everything look perfect." She replies to her husband, the male kissing her crown with affection. "Sir! Sir! Are you going to become the King if you marry the Princess? You're already a businessman—"

As Amara stepped into the garden, a warm breeze brushed against her skin, carrying the scent of blooming roses. Prince Aldrick, seated on a wooden bench, turned at the sound of her footsteps. A gentle smile lit up his face as he rose to his feet. His eyes were filled with love and care, making Amara’s heart ache even more. Unlike the last time when he wore royal attire, this time Prince Aldrick was dressed casually in black jeans and a white t-shirt. He looked so simple that no one would guess he was a prince.

Her smile removed from her lips and she asked return. "Whatever, I'm going to the garden." He said and going to make his way to the garden. She grabbed his back of his shirt and made him stop. "I heard from your mother that you found someone and wants to marry her." Her shiver voice came out. Prince removed her hand from his shirt and went to the garden without saying anything. Princess Li Yerin made her head down. Tears fall down on the ground from her eyes. "Who is the girl? I will kill her. She can't get him." She whispered to herself.

- What happened in the garden? The guards look at each other and stare. - Do I need to repeat myself? - No sir. – they both say in unison, saluting. They look at each other again and one of them takes a step forward and says: - It was a little strange, my lord. We felt uncomfortable with the way the prince was treated, but we didn't intervene, because he was the prince's chosen groom. - I had already guessed that. I want to know details. The man takes a deep breath and fearfully says:

“Yes. I went to test the marigold flower on my beloved wife, but then I got poisoned and hurted myself. Now, I am not the man whom I used to be anymore.” “Wait, where is your wife?” questioned Crown Prince, who noticed that his great-uncle’s wife was not around. Prince Joseph was fumbling around feeling for his cup of tea. Crown Prince helped him with his cup and handed it to him. “Oh, thank you.” “No problem.” His great-uncle didn’t say anything for a while. After sipping the last drop of tea, he said, “If you’re asking about my wife, she’s dead.” “What!”

Carla, Kim and Nadine joined our drama and the living room that was filled with laughter earlier is now filled with tears. “How about you, girls? Are you planning on getting married or having children?” Rhea asked our friends once things settled down and we were laying on our backs, looking up at the glass roof where we could see the night sky. “We can't get married as long as we're servants of the palace.” Carla replied sadly and I turned to look at her in surprise. “How come I haven't heard of that? How about me? Why was I allowed?” Nadine sent me a look that says 'duh'. “You married a prince, that's why. But we don't have the same luck as you do.”

She’d flittered everywhere in the palace like an overexcited tourist touring the palace for the first time. Her excitement turned to shock when she came upon the desolate garden and wanted to take care of it. I knew Alora would be offended, but how could I say no to the woman I love so much. I allowed her take care of the garden. Unlike Alora, Lessi didn’t come from royalty. She was neither entitled nor spoilt, and she definitely didn’t shy away from hard work. In a few months, the garden had blossomed. Just like Lessi, it grew in beauty, sprouting beautiful flowers, same way a beautiful baby was growing in Lessi’s stomach. My baby. My prince.