Prince William And Doris Novels & Stories

"You were just a poor, desperate woman with nowhere to go. And the prince, being kind and honourable, took pity on you." Laughter erupted again. "You seem very concerned about the prince's choices," I said slowly. "Tell me, Lady Doris. How many years have you pursued him?" Her smile faltered. "I have not pursued anyone," she said stiffly. "No?" I asked. "Then why does everyone in this room know your name is always attached to his? Why do they whisper about your endless attempts to gain his favour?" Her face flushed red. "I have always admired Prince Evander," she said through gritted teeth. "There is no shame in that."

Cold and distant. “My queen,” I continued, “For the past two weeks, I have been feeling unwell. Yesterday, I decided to visit the hospital and have some tests done. After the results came in… they confirmed something.” I paused, letting the silence settle. “They confirmed that I am pregnant.” The queen gasped softly, but her face brightened with joy. “Pregnant?” she repeated with a beaming smile. “Yes, my queen. And the one responsible for my pregnancy is none other than Prince Gilan, your son.”

“What exactly happened to him?” “I’m not so sure either, Your Majesty,” Katie glanced at the building, small licks of flame still visible in some areas. “The lights suddenly turned off and he just… lost consciousness.” The King paced back and forth, his hands on his waist. “Victoria, will it be alright if the dance will be postponed until the next-” “No!” The sudden interjection from the princess shocked both monarchs. “Princess Katie, would you care to tell me why you’re prioritizing the dance over my son’s well-being?”

“She believes Evelyn is being protected. That her boldness, her sudden sway over the people, her immunity to consequence— None of it makes sense unless she has backing.” “What kind of backing?” “The royal kind.” I blinked. “You’re saying the prince is involved?” Immediately, I was remembering Evelyn’s drunken words about the prince. I felt mildly sick as I pushed down the memory. She nodded once. “He’s been moving pieces quietly. Visiting outer territories. Making alliances. It wouldn’t be the first time he sent someone ahead to pave the way.” “That’s a huge leap.” “But not impossible,” she said. “And it would explain why Evelyn acts without fear. Why she digs into things she has no business

Rosie Mauvelous’s POV “Charles. Don’t be too hard to her, can you?” Alpha William stepped between our cold war. The clasp of his hands on my shoulders left me speechless and wide-eyed in shock, losing my breath. He pulled my body close to his broad chest, dropping that soft chin on my bare shoulder. There, Prince William's pair of eagle irises fell on my dress that had been torn down the back. All this time he hadn't even paid attention to how disheveled I looked.

Inside the summer house, Mariselle sat with Willa upon a cushioned bench. Through the windows, they watched the Prince pointing to something in the water while Loren leaned forward with interest. The scene was charming, domestic, exactly what one would hope to see between a future king and queen. “Your Prince seems quite taken with my sister,” Mariselle observed. “He is fond of her,” Willa replied carefully. Mariselle laughed. “Fond. What a wonderfully lukewarm word.”

Why is her heart still hurting so much? 2016... "Flash!" "I don't want to marry her! What is that family marriage! Let's just say it's good! But it's not her? I am the crown prince of this country who needs her?! " "You don't need to know what Annie Hathtrick is! But you already have someone you love!" Robert was frustrated, picked up the porcelain vases from the Renaissance and threw them on the floor without sparing his hands. Interrupting, he turned to walk away, leaving Annie Hathtrick and Davis Pringle and Vivian Burmain to watch in a restless mood.

Again Duke Alantoin and Queen Minerva widened their eyes at another unexpected news from the maid. “Th-this is very strange,” said Duke Alantoin, stuttering because he couldn't believe what he heard. “The Black Prince and his wife both filed for divorce, and the girl is no longer in the palace. As if saving his wife from murder on our part if that girl dares to file for divorce? Is this so weird? I feel something is off here.” Queen Minerva stared intently at her older brother, analyzing what had happened. "You're right this is very strange ..." she hangs.

Instead, they had to put on that dog and pony show, a total waste of time. Regardless, he promised to stick around and get to the bottom of things, so he let the small stuff slide. As he walked into the grand hall with Prince Bill, Alexander shrugged off the stink eyes from the crowd, even from the pint-sized king. There she was—the queen, cradling the little king. She was a knockout: porcelain skin, and not a day over 30. A beauty and already a widow. Corie Holmes. He spotted her in an instant. They had a bit of a thing back in the day, but they had not kept in touch.