A Royal Marimony

of Cornwall, my favorite cousin and partner in crime, screamed on top of his lungs. I pressed the stop bu

he glared taking another sip of his cheap beer. " It's seven in the morning, fuckhead. " I groaned, rubbing my eyes. He shrugged his shoulders carelessly before turnin

pty can on the table. It was w

est bitch of all, the royal golden slut, the fucking elite, a motherfucking legend, standing six feet two with eyes as

oomy and plain, your grace." I rolled my eyes. " Then be ready for your bachelorette party tonight. Nina and I have been waiting for this day since you turned sixteen. " he squealed jumping off the couch. Sixteen, it was supposed to be Swe

gland I was bound to marry a

when I was seven years of age and accordin

ass. "I hired st

pping me out

a hot firefighter's abs. " he smirked, licking his upper lip. " Please. You would even lick your own abs if you are abl

disgust. Good thing I was moving out. " Caleb. His name was Caleb. I caught him leaving the

their life while I was mentally sulking because I knew it was a goodbye to my freedom. But, I didn't let the wedding suf

ly knew or cared about who I

ith a yummy firefighter hot on

and dumped his body on the bed of my guest's

naked in front of the whole c

for the lights of this city and I knew I was in love the moment I stepped out o

g for things to do despite it being three in the morning. New Yorkers never really rest, they

college student, going to clas

ing goodbye was going to be hard. I made friends here with the most amazing people that I shouldn't have nmet because now I was attached. I made a deal to live my

ther, Violet Hastings the Q

oming home. " I smiled, mentally thanking g

ed New York, I always had and always will but London was my home."'How are you going to spend your last day there, sweetheart?" she ask

ax Hastings chuckled waving his hands back and forth. "Y

on wasn't my parents. We had great relationships despite the

, why did the c

escape the late king, my grandfather. Or

He thought it was perfect to m

at friend with the great Steven Salvatore. They immediately hit it off a

one, where one member from each bloodlines g

eft New York after years of hiding underneat

shoulders with an encouraging smile as we walked out of the airport and cameras started to flash in our eyes. I was finally back. Father and mother embraced with tight hugs as they m

minding about a duty I needed to

ally suffocate me and I lived in a daze when the news of the

met the Salvatore's on many Occasions but never my soon to be husband. Part of nme was delighted with his absence but somewhere deep down I knew I was extremely

ut it as his family kept malking excuses for him. It was until our wedding day when I finally saw the face of the most arrogant man on earth w