Royal Love Story Books Novels & Stories

“We fell in love so quickly that I have to say that we weren’t thinking about practicalities. We were rather distracted.” Mme. Bernard chuckled. If she noticed how Niamh stiffened when I put my arm around her, she didn’t say anything. “How romantic. It’s like something out of a fairy tale. Mademoiselle Gallagher, did you know His Highness was a prince when you met?” “No, he kept that detail to himself.” Niamh slid me a droll look. “I had to pry it out of him.” “I suppose Americans wouldn’t know about Salasian royals like ours, would they?” said Mme. Bernard.

' It depicted a painting of a forest and a young woman made of flowers, stretching forth her hand towards a man who appeared to be wearing nothing. The man had large chest, showing off his muscular arms and shoulders. His chest was sculpted and defined, his muscles flexing with the movement of his arms His features gave a calm and dangerous feeling, while his facial expression was unreadable. There was also something about his eyes which seemed like he was staring into your soul, making it hard to look away. He was a king. He was oxygen with the sun as his crown shining above him. "It's nice, isn't it?" the hostess asked everyone.

I asked. "Well my queen, this here is a beautiful, peaceful palace, the king is rarely seen and he doesn't talk that much, he drinks a lot too" she answered. "How did he meet lady Grace?" I asked curiously. "Well at the ball last year, since that day they have always been very close" She answered. "You mean as lovers?" I asked. "I... I..." She stammered. "It's okay, he told me that himself, so apart from Grace who else is his lover?" I asked.

“You’re scared that your life is changing drastically? Well, it already happened. Anita, can you bring today’s newspaper?” “I have a life back in States. I love my job. I love what I do. I have family and friends. And this life? Me and Thayer? This won’t work.” I shook my head. “How many royals fell in love with commoners? None of them had lasted long.” “Will you please stop using the world commoner? And stop comparing yourself with them. My brother will do everything in his power to protect and make you happy.” “We’ve barely started. Look what happened? And he lied to me.”

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

He took a glance at her one more time and turned his head to one of the men behind him, taking a slightly long printed script that had a royal seal on it from him. "Her Royal Majesty, The queen, Kathryn Armstrong III, has ordered me to bring you to the Royal palace Carolyn's eyes opened wide in shock. She felt her soul creeped out of her body when she heard the queen's name. Her mouth parted open and her heart thudded heavily in her chest. What was happening? Why did the queen suddenly want her? Why is she still involved with the Royal family? She signed a treaty the other day and she completely left, so why is she needed? And why is it the queen?

she retrieved the Book that Rryan had tucked away high on the top shelf. I read carefully all the words.. My mother's name, in the King's, book about his life. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Lady Maya, my mother, was described as the King's one and only true love, his eternal companion, his heart's desire, his Mate. Their bond was unbreakable, a flame that burned bright and true, even in the face of death itself. I couldn't believe what I was reading. My mother, the King's only love? It couldn't be true. And yet, the words on the page seemed to etch themselves into my brain, refusing to be denied. I felt a presence behind me and turned to see Rryan standing in the doorway, a look of con

The future was bright, and the kingdom was united in joy, bound together by the love and anticipation that filled the air. And so, the story of Roberick and Cynthia, their enduring love, and the legacy of love, wisdom, and justice continued to unfold. The arrival of a new royal heir was a symbol of hope, a testament to the principles that had shaped the kingdom, and a reminder of the power of love to transform destinies.

At least, none of that matches what I read in the royal book of history. It holds the biography of everyone in the royal family, starting from the first generation. To get the accurate stories, most of the information was gotten from their closest aides and maids. “Yes, a wolf with dark powers.” That makes the breath catch in my throat though I try to remain normal. I shake my head slowly, watching her. “I don’t know the authenticity of it but many people believe it was why the royal family didn’t want her, wolves with dark powers are considered bad luck.” From the frown on her face, I can tell she either doesn’t like the narrative or she doesn’t like the wolves.

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied