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Without wasting another moment, and not giving it another thought, Stacy searched for room no 706. As she found the room, she swiped the white card and the doors opened. She entered and saw there was no electricity and saw there was a holder beside the door which looked like the card's size. She put it on the holder and the room lit with light. A smile spread across her lips because it was the first time she entered a royal suite. The room suddenly looked royal. White paint with designer carvings on the corners of the walls. The bedroom was detached from the drawing room and there was an open kitchen. The whole room had golden lights and the couches looked classic with the maroon color. It w

If she didn't know, then it wouldn't be true. Except she was already at the book. “The Law of Princely Marriage: The royal heir, be it male or female must wed of noble blood. No other suitors may be entertained.” “No,” she gasped, but the words stayed the same. Frantic, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and googled the law. It was a real law. There were no repeals. All Orsino marriages were of noble heritage. The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill.

Time had done nothing to dull the flames in his eyes. “For loving me, for showing me how to love, for every desperate look, every desperate kiss and all the waiting, oh the endless waiting. Because of everything that's ever been between us, the love, the pain, the happiness, the mistakes our crazy love made us make. Let me just say you're still all I want. Tell me one more time that you'll be mine by marrying me tomorrow, Your Majesty.”

Hi everyone. This book has come to an end. This is book 2 of the ' Royally screwed' series. Thank you so much for getting here with me. I hope you enjoyed the book as much as I did. There was a lot of laughing and just blushing all the way. Let us not forget those hot steamy scenes. I loved it all so much. The series still goes on and is as follows: 1. The Royally Screwed Luna ( Complete) 2. The Royally Screwed Queen ( Complete)

I blushed at that, after everything she'd told me about my Mother, Queen Freya, and my Father, King Henrik, and the generations that came before them, several of which she'd lived through, loyally at their sides. She knew so much of the Royals, and I couldn't help but feel a small pang of jealousy that Laila could talk to her about our shared ancestors as often as she liked. I'd really enjoyed learning of them from someone so close to them, and found myself wishing I'd have many more opportunities to talk with her about them.

I felt a slight tug to my left, and headed over to the bookshelves in that direction. I did not make it far before I saw a book laying out on a small table, as if it had been placed there especially for me. The leather cover was blank, without a title in sight, but when I opened the book, there was a small dedication on the first page: IN HONOR OF THE GREATEST LOVE THE KINGDOMS HAVE EVER KNOWN Curious, I turned the page. What I saw there nearly made me drop the book in fright. A collection of discoveries by Mila Benson, the 67th Queen of Fresonia

His eyes were dark, focused, reflecting the gravity of the situation. Sylvia hesitated for a moment, her gaze distant as if sifting through memories she’d rather not recall. When she finally spoke, her voice was somber, tinged with a hint of regret. “The Book of Enchantments,” she revealed, the words hanging heavy in the air. “Mia stole it.”

‘If you marry me, he began,many problems will disappear. Ben is a royal prince of the House of Valderra and he must be raised as such. He cannot be raised in a country, and he cannot be raised by you alone. ‘If you marry me, this problem would immediately disappear. ‘I appreciate’, he began,in the same deliberate fashion,‘that you may find this hard to comprehend ,let anyone accept but..’ ‘How can you say it ? ‘How can you even say it? You can't sit there and say something like that.

The girl pulls her hand away in disgust and pushes me aside as she walks away. I stand there stunned, "Don't worry, she's such a prude." I heard the other girls say. I turn to them and introduce myself, "My name is Prince Alex Windsor, the heir to the throne." "Wooww," one of them says. "An actual prince?" Another asks and I nod. "Anyways this ball seems boring, I'd love to take you four on a private tour of the palace." I say to them. They all nod eagerly as they followed me out of the ballroom.

“So, you read the books. The history of the royals?” “It wasn’t just history,” I replied, my tone sharp. “It was a twisted tale of manipulation and betrayal, century after century. And I want to know where I fit into all of this. Are you trying to protect me from the royals? Because if you think you can hide my existence from them for long, you’re delusional. So tell me, what do you really want?” He studied me for a moment, his eyes betraying nothing. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “There is one crucial detail those books didn’t mention,” he said after a long pause.