(*No Rape*) Bringing to you from the Series of The Queens' Trilogy; A Royal Mismatch. Oriana pressed her lips. "You don't want to do this. I'll hate you forever. I belong elsewhere, not here." "I guess you're mistaken, Princess. You only belong in one place; where I am. You belong to me," Adric said, moving his free hand down. He traced his fingers down Oriana's neck. ._._._._._. From Royal Reject to Accidental Crown Princess: A Marriage of Convenience Gone Wrong . Every girl dreams of being born a princess, right? Not Oriana. Sitting on a little stool, waited on by hand and foot? No thanks. Freedom, adventure anything but the stifling expectations of royalty is what she craves. In fact, she'd rather be scaling the castle walls tonight than attending a stuffy soiree. Luckily, she wasn't born to be the crown princess. In fact, she is the bane of etiquette tutors and the kingdom's resident "bad egg." But fate, it seems, has a wicked sense of humor. Duty throws Oriana into a political marriage with the infamous Crown Prince Adric of Avon. A notorious playboy known for his scandalous lifestyle and disregard for courtly decorum, Adric seems like the perfect escape hatch from her suffocating expectations. Adric, on the other hand, couldn't care less who he marries. His reputation precedes him; a notorious playboy who thrives on defying expectations. But when the fiery Oriana crashes into his world of calculated indifference, sparks fly. Will this forced union ignite a royal scandal of epic proportions or blossom into an unexpected love that challenges the very foundations of their kingdom? Other works of this author; 1. Kitanna from the series of Queens'Trilogy. 2. The Hitman's Sunshine.
A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.