Royally Screwed Novels & Stories

She reached out for the prince’s hand and Andrew grabbed it which made her breath hitched as she felt her hair stand on end from the contact. “Get a grip on yourself, princess.” She chanted in her head. Prince Andrew made a move and Amelia followed, till they exited the hall. “I’m sure you need to change your dress.” Andrew said, releasing Amelia’s hand from his grip. “Yeah, I…” “Your highness!” A familiar voice interrupted Amelia’s response. Turning to see who the intruder was, Amelia couldn’t help but sigh in relief. “Helen!” A lady walked up to the royals, her brown braided hair, swaying slightly behind her as she moved.

She laughed again, echoed by Ricky who couldn't stop his stomach from rumbling in laughter. "Are you seriously giving a title to my c*ck?" "Oh yes. With its capabilities, it deserves more than mere titling over the phone. It has earned a whole crowning ceremony; we should ask the Queen's cabinet for help." Ricky yelped. "Shit! None of those members gets to crown it, please. I leave all and everything to you." She laughed again, till inhaled a deep breath and spoke seriously for the first time in a while.