Picture Perfect Royal Christmas Novels & Stories

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That bastard. Soon, the royals came into their sight. Their vibrant, loud attire almost blinded barbarians. The contrast between them was striking. The scantily dressed barbarians couldn't fathom the royals' exhibitionist lifestyle and their obsession with jewelry and bright clothes. He forced himself to smile which looked more like a grimace. He unconsciously shifted closer to Rosa. The horses slowed to a stop. Rosa was elated to see Hendrix and her beta were also accompanying the King. She stepped forward, grinning ear to ear.

"I saw it through our link. But it's not real. It's not our future. We won’t let it be our future.” I wanted to believe him, but the dream clung to me like a shroud. As my breathing steadied, I gazed out the window at the snow-covered grounds of the palace. Twinkling lights adorned the trees, a reminder of the approaching festive season. "It's getting worse," I whispered, more to myself than to Callum. "The nightmares are coming more often." Callum's hand rubbed soothing circles on my back. "Christmas?" I nodded, the lump in my throat was making it hard to speak. All around us, the kingdom was preparing for Christmas. Families were gathering, children eagerly anticipating presents. And here

Fortunately, someone called Clara’s name across the room, and she turned away with a quick, distracted sigh, leaving me to breathe again. I continued taking photos slowly, capturing the throne room’s pillars and lights, the gleaming ornaments, the snowflake lanterns, and the way the Christmas trees towered almost to the ceiling. Each shot came out clear and beautiful, and for a few precious minutes, I managed to forget about the tension building inside me. But then it was time again. The royal family stepped toward the throne platform for their throne-room portrait. Everyone positioned themselves, adjusting the placement of their coats and dresses, while the other photographers scattered aro

Thiara said. "I can see that," I replied as my eyes swam to the sea of people, straight to the grand carriage that just arrived. Music boomed, but the cheer from the people were louder. From where I was standing, I clearly saw how two men went out the carriage. The other one was wearing all white and black outfit with their kingdom's ensign at the right chest. The younger one was wearing a royal blue prince's attire. Both were dashing as they strode to the aisle of their waiting townsmen.

Paula's p.o.v I sat sighing in my room for what felt like forever, I wasn't happy with Henry's words, I was very much bothered by them, but despite feeling dejected I couldn't help myself from thinking about how he looked, I didn't know if it was my eyes or my imagination but he looked very calmer than usual and so handsome, he wore his royal robes without a crown on his head, his hair was brushed back for the first time and it really suited him.

The royal wedding happens - Uniting our hearts forever The big day has finally arrived. The hall was stunningly decorated, full of flowers and sparkling lights. The guests settled in their seats, eager to witness the union of Prince Alexander and I. As I walked down the corridor towards the altar, I felt a mixture of emotions flood my being - joy, excitement and a deep love that transcended everything. Prince Alexander, waiting for me at the altar, smiled warmly when our eyes met. His eyes shone with love and admiration, reflecting the same feelings that dwelt in my heart. As we approached each other, our hands met and a sense of peace and completeness enveloped us.

Julia I stand back and watch Riley and Nina put the final touches on the Christmas tree, and then he pulls out a Christmas angel to sit on the top. "Would you like to put this on the top of the tree, Princess?" Nina is still bouncing on her toes. I swear the girl hasn’t stopped since she found out that we had the tree.

Laughter and lighthearted banter punctuated the air as we savored each bite, surrounded by the breathtaking beauty of nature. The royal picnic became a tapestry of flavors, colors, and shared moments, weaving an indelible memory into the fabric of our budding connection. And as the sun continued its journey across the sky, the countryside bore witness to a picnic fit for royalty, a celebration of love and the promise of a shared destiny.

I wait patiently. When they eventually open, she pins me with a serious (if not somewhat mortified) look and says in a measured voice, “Think of the most elaborate wedding you’ve ever heard or seen pictures of—and then amplify that by, oh… I don’t know,” she shrugs with indignance. “A million percent?” I don’t bat an eye. She presses her palms to the table and leans toward me. “This is a royal wedding, Bailey.” She’s doing everything in her power not to scream this at me in all caps.