Picture Perfect Royal Christmas Novels & Stories

It's the only time I have seen him look so genuine, and it's when he is talking about the Queen. I guess the King isn't so bad, after all. "This celebration is not just for the royal family. It is for every citizen of Arcadia who has found their Match. You are the foundation of this kingdom and of this nation. You carry the next generation." There was another pause. "For now, help me in celebrating the upcoming union of my son, Prince Christopher, and his Match, Lady Vivienne, daughter of Robert and Rosa Mendoza Harper, humble citizens of Blackwood, Arcadia," the King looked at us again, hands outstretched, and the way he said "humble" made me think it was a PR way of saying, "Yes, they are

It was a charcoal portrait…Of me. Beautifully framed, and every detail had been drawn by hand. Tears immediately blurred my vision. "Merry Christmas, babe." Without thinking, I threw my arms around him. "I love you so much." He hugged me tightly. "I love you too." My chest felt so full it might burst. "It's beautiful." He smiled. "It's you." And somehow that made me cry even harder. Finally, I handed him my gift. Three customized jackets. Mustard. Black.

Appearance mattered a lot to the royals. Ryder was waiting for me downstairs, and a warm smile spread across his lips when he sighted me. “What did I do to deserve such perfection?” he whispered in my ears, and a blush crept up my cheeks. “Stop flattering,” I cooed. He takes my right hand in his left and walked me outside. He made little conversations to make me relax and assured me his father wasn’t going to bite. I knew he wouldn’t, but his words would definitely sting more than a bite.

The man finally silenced when the pain caught up to him, and he closed his ice, blue eyes in a grimace. He felt tears furiously burn behind his eyelids. The hall was hollow. He had triumphed in the war just to meet the silence which lay over the city. The snow fell over the land when the sky cried with the Ice mage on the throne. He had reclaimed his homeland. But there was no one left who could celebrate with him. He was alone—ruler of the Eitir kingdom. ***** Year 782 of Octavus

“The reason I took you down here was to show you these pictures. This way, you will be able to recognize them later tonight. This first one here is of King Carlo, father of Prince Marco.” Sabrina looked at the picture of the man and instantly saw the resemblance to her lover. He had the same nose and sharp eyes. In the picture, the King was seated on a golden throne with a red velvet seat. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with intricate yellow designs sewn into it. The King's hair was white, but just as thick as his young son's. It took her a moment, but she recognized one of the photos from her interview as him. “He looks a lot like Marco,” Sabrina whispered, just loud enough for Winston to

It was a foreign feeling and moreover she felt lonely. She may be married but she never wanted to have a relationship with anyone and forget about marriage. Her hands traces along the spectacular shaped hedges and trees as she walked about in the secluded part of the palace grounds. She takes a sharp turn and her mouth dropped open. With a sleek and sexy side ponytail, a yellow tradition Indian lehenga and a flower made crown was the fourth Prince’s mother watering the little flowers and plants. She was radiant and the sun kissed her skin making it glow.

She said after she looked down on her thighs. "Curves." I randomly said. "I have straight line." She said and I rolled my eyes. "Good personality." "I have that.." She said happily as she did a penguin happy dance. I chuckled seeing her reaction and I can't wait to have a crazy one year with her.

If- "Pamela" Royal's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked up to see him settling down opposite me. His intoxicating cologne filled my nostris as I took in his amazing features. He was in a navy blue suit and it fit him well. I pushed his coffee to him and he eyed it. "Thank you" He looked at me. "What are you thinking about?" He asked. I spared a glance at the little girl before I looked at Royal. "Nothing" I said and faked a smile.

He looked so happy and carefree. Amber’s breath had stilled inside her lungs as she pulled out the next picture. Tears slipped from her eyes. The little boy was dressed in a little suspenders and dress pants on Santa’s lap. His hair had been tamed and brushed back, giving him the appearance of a little man. He clutched a candy cane in one of his small hands. In this shot he had both his front teeth. Amber traced her fingers over his sweet little face. The picture had a printed boarder beneath it said Godwin Railroad Christmas Party 2049…

Felix walked out of the room also still naked making me throw my hands in the air as he walked over to me by the bed. He lifted the box looking horrified at the contents of it leaving me Axel in wonder. I looked into the box as excitement took over, then Axel joined in but he was only laughing hysterically. "These are so CUTE! I've always seen the humans do this cute little trend on christmas wearing matching Christmas Pjs this is so perfect!" I picked up the cute Pj's lifting them up, they had thoughs little Debbie christmas cakes all over them with snowflakes and snowman, the pj's themselves were all white.