Picture Perfect Royal Christmas Novels & Stories

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

"Anyway, I'll leave now. See you downstairs." "See you." I smiled a little to let him see that everything is all right. I don't want him to think that there is something bothering me. He will just ask and force me to spill my thoughts which I don't want to happen, so it's better this way. That morning, we had breakfast together with the whole royal family including Prince Evan. The queen was also with us. She indeed recovered very quickly that I can now see the glow of blood on her face, far from her very pale face the last time I saw her before our journey to West Evergreen Forest.

Liam said with his eyes on his face, “Ziora, Blair, have you seen the news, the blog, or Crown Prince Ace's I*******m post?” “What's on the news?” Ziora beat me to ask. “You have to check your phone,” Liam said as his eyes were still glued to his phone, “The royal palace is going to have a fit soon.” “Blair, did the crown prince spend the holiday with you?” Zara's question made me bring out my phone and check Ace's I*******m post. I didn't even know how to respond to this, I was beyond surprised. Ace had uploaded all. The videos and pictures we took during Christmas, and he had captioned them, “Even if the world was burning, I want to be next to you.”

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.

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.

It was too bad he apparently only used it to deliver scathing comments. Tucker shrugged. “Royal decorum isn’t my thing, Bennet.” The prince didn’t reply to Tucker’s comment. Instead, his gaze hardened as he looked up at Harper after letting his gaze sweep over her form in a similar fashion to the one she’d used to appraise him. When he met her eyes, he gave her a lazy smile. “You’re younger than I expected, and prettier too. You should consider makeup and doing something with your hair.”

"No, don't conclude. How do you think it's Mr. King in the car?" At this time, cameras are flashing all over. It's a few pictures of Mr. Kings at the party. Each photo is in high definition. I have to say that Mr. King is drop-dead good-looking. There is no dullness at every angle. It's so beautiful that people can't close their legs. "Here are some pictures of Mr. King attending the party. Let's take a look at the pictures of the man in Lesleslie. I have marked similar places with red circles." Some pictures have already disappeared, and the Rolls-Royce picture had red circles in many places.