Picture Perfect Royal Christmas Novels & Stories

The Prince says in my ear. I half expect for his hands to start their roaming once again but this time he simply holds me in place with his arm around my waist.This time, they all start talking about little nonconsequential things, while laughing. Some of it is about their training, some about some of the fashions that are in style right now. It all seems so different from how they had acted before. "So, what do you think about the current fashions Sloan?" The Prince asks me. "I do not really have an opinion. I do have to admit that I am partial to the color red though." I admit.

~~PEYTON~~ “Merry Christmas, Princess," Axel chirps out of nowhere, his eyes bright with a mischief that usually means trouble for my sanity. "Merry Christmas," Raphael adds. “I trust Axel didn't wake you too abruptly?" "He tried to eat my face, if that's what you mean," I say dryly. I look past him toward the tree, and my jaw nearly hits the floor. It’s not just a few gifts. It’s an avalanche—gold paper, silk ribbons, and boxes so big I could probably hide inside them.

The air was filled with the scent of pine from the towering Christmas tree in the foyer, its lights twinkling like stars against the snow-dusted windows. Penelope smoothed her crisp black maid's uniform, the fabric hugging her curves a bit too snugly after the holiday indulgences. she was the picture of quiet beauty, long auburn hair tied in a neat bun, porcelain skin flushed from the warmth of the roaring fireplace, and wide green eyes that darted nervously whenever someone addressed her directly.

· He didn’t look at me first. · He looked at him. · A slow, mocking smile formed. · “I saw the photo,” Marcus said. “The entire palace has. Very… daring angle.” · I clenched my teeth. “There’s nothing provocative about it.” · “Oh, of course,” Marcus said. “Two men. Alone. Standing far too close. Tension thick enough to cut.” He · shrugged. “A very normal political meeting.” · He stepped around us like a hunter circling prey.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

A few seconds later, the trumpets played and Sir Saint opened the doors. “Presenting, the Royal Family of Wilhem.” King Ricardo was in front, wearing a plain white coat with gold linings and an elegant single-layered silver crown. Queen Josephine, who wrapped her arm on King Ricardo’s arm, was wearing a long, asymmetrical plum dress with her hair in a bun and of course, the same crown King Ricardo was wearing. Behind them, was Princess Althea and Prince Thomas. Althea was wearing a yellow pouf dress that reached her knees and she had her hair in a ponytail. Her tiara set perfectly on her head. Thomas was just as simple as his Father but he wore a long sleeve polo and a one-sided brown coat t

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.

Ryan Christmas with my family was better than I could have ever imagined. The look on the twins faces as they unwrapped gifts after gifts gave me more satisfaction than any other thing, but what crowned it all was Julia. I was transfixed by her and hadn't even meant to tease her, but the sight of the redness crawling up her cheek made me want to actually tease her just to see her reaction. There was a comfortable silence between us as Olivia's favourite melody, a soft piano piece, played in the background while I helped set the table and she stood across from me, placing the bowls of dishes on the dinner table.

he ruthlessly ordered her, She wiped her tears and put her plastered wrist on her laps as it is paining like hell, She slowly turned the book, looked down at the old pictures, a beautiful palace, she amusedly started turning the pages, She couldn't recognize any of the pictures. She keeps on turning, try to remind something. When she reached the last page, her eyes widened looking at the picture of a young couple in royal attire standing in front of the big palace, the lady in the picture was holding an infant. The lady’s face looked similar to Olivia, the man chocolate brown eyes as same as her,

Winter had deepened its gentle embrace over the capital, transforming the palace gardens and rooftops into a pristine wonderland of white. Fresh snow blanketed the trees and buildings, sparkling under the pale winter sun like scattered diamonds. The air was crisp and invigorating, carrying the scent of pine logs burning in hearths and the faint sweetness of spiced mulled wine drifting from the festival stalls in the main square. The city moved at a slower, more peaceful pace — children building snow wolves in the streets, merchants selling warm pastries and glowing lanterns, and the people speaking with quiet pride about the royal family that had brought them through war into this season of