Ficool

royalfamily

Trapped by the Prince

Crown Prince Ian Stromridge has just returned from battle, hailed as a hero, greeted with people's adoration and blessings but he brings home a beautiful woman, though he's already married leaving everybody completed nonplussed. His wife, Princess Angelica Stromridge wed him for convenience before he left for war. Their marriage lacked affection and was rife with misunderstandings from the start. From name-calling to accidental letters leading to further misconception. During his absence, Angelica played the dutiful wife, sacrificing to maintain the household, being the lovely princess and wonderful daughter in law, only to face his return with another woman whom the entire kingdom agreed was more beautiful than she was! Will she divorce or fight for his love, a love that clearly never existed in the first place? Will she clear the misunderstandings and surmount the obstacles or will it be a post-marriage love story or an ex-wife tale full of regret? Excerpt |||| "My princess..." called a maid, knocking on the door her hand trembling. "Come in." replied Angelica as the door opened hearing footsteps approaching. "What are you doing here? I gave stern orders for no one to disturb me for the entirety of the day." her austere voice rang out. "I... I know my princess... please forgive me... I... I did not mean to disturb you but... this is something very important." "Let's have it then." replied Angelica closing the book she had been reading as she laid eyes on the maid. The maid gulped, the fear evident in her eyes, she did not know how Angelica would react to the severely bad news she had brought with her, however, one thing was sure, Angelica would not react lightly at all. "My... m...y prince...ss the..." said the maid, causing Angelica to sigh in annoyance, rolling her eyes, she had better things to do than sit here listening to the maid's mumbling. "Yes, say it." said Angelica giving the maid a hand. "My princess, the crowned prince has returned." said the maid. "Oh... well that's nice... I guess I will see him later, or better yet tomorrow. There is no rush, I am sure he is swarmed by crowds at the moment." replied Angelica lazily, she really had no intention of moving from this spot. "But my princess... ther— " "Oh, you're right, it would be unacceptable if I did not come out to greet him, rumours would certainly ensue and the kingdom would be in serious hysteria as they always are." replied Angelica annoyed. "Yes, you are right, I should go and welcome him back home." said Angelica as she stood up and yawned. "My princess... that is not all, there is something else..." said the maid. "And what is that?" asked Angelica as the maid's eyes darted around the room, she did not know what to do, or how best to put this. "My princess... the... the crowned prince has truly returned but..." said the maid with a prolonged pause. "But what?" asked Angelica, her senses tingling, she had a inking that there was something wrong from the maid's strange behaviour. "But his highness..." paused the maid. "Out with it now!" said Angelica sternly. "His highness has returned with a strange woman and the rumours claim that she is his new wife!" spat out the maid as Angelica suddenly felt lightheaded and she fell back down on the chair. "My princess!" cried the maid as she rushed to her. "This is some sort of farce." said Angelica as the maid proceeded quickly to fan her with a cloth. "No my princess... it is true." replied the maid. "This is impossible. Ian must be mad, I am going to see this display of stupidity for myself!" said Angelica hotly, quickly rising up and storming out of the room as the poor maid followed behind her. ||||
Dan_does_it_all · 159.1k Views

The Bride of the Storm Lord: Stormborne's Desire

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!) In a land divided by elements and ruled by powerful lords blessed by ancient gods- Ignarion- god of fire. Vireon -god of storms. Caelion- god of wind. Neryth-goddess of ice and water. And Thalor- god of earth. Every alliance forged and every oath sworn carries the weight of divine power... and ancient prophecy. For centuries, each lord has coveted more power, more dominion, and more control. One spark is all it takes to ignite war. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the pride and beloved daughter of Ashmere. A beautiful warrior princess, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. All of that shatters the day the witch Ishara curses her. After the devastating War of Ashmere, Her face becomes scarred, her magic fractures, and her family locks her away in the tallest tower, too ashamed to let the world see what she has become. Even her fiancé, the Lord of Winter, abandons her for another. But destiny refuses to let her fade. When whispers from the North threaten to end her engagement, Aurelia's heart shatters. But before her world crumbles completely, a storm rises. Valerian Stormborne, the ambitious and enigmatic Lord of Thunder, steps forward to claim her. Now bound to a tempest, Aurelia finds herself caught in a whirlwind of betrayal, political games, and the unexpected warmth of love from her tempestuous husband… and her husband's son who calls her mother. But beneath the surface of mortal schemes, the gods begin to stir. Buried deep in the ashes of Caelmont lies an ancient prophecy: A child blessed by all five gods, born of powers that should never mix, will either unite the fractured realms… or bring about their ruin. Now, every Lord wants that child. Every kingdom seeks to control fate. But the gods? They have plans of their own. Now Aurelia stands at the center of obsession and war. The Lord of Winter who rejected her wants her back. The Lord of Wind hides desire behind a cunning smile. Her sister, plots from the shadows. And Valerian, the man who swore she'd "never be a wife," to him begins to burn for her with a passion he cannot control. Caught between storms, gods, and a love that could destroy kingdoms, Aurelia must rise—or the realms will fall.
Unique_A · 68.6k Views

This Princess is an Extra

Princess Elinessa was enjoying her new life inside a fluffy novel; with jewels, gowns, and the ease of a crown. Determined to avoid the messy drama of the main plot, she chose to live quietly as a side character. And complete the novel by helping the main characters in their plot. But a strange glitch rewrote the story, merging it with something darker. Suddenly, a villain who was never meant to exist appeared… and his eyes were fixed on her. Will she manage to stay out of the rewritten tale and find a way back home, or be pulled into a fate that was never hers to claim? Come and find out in this slow-burn romance. EXCERPT: Elinessa’s breath came sharp and furious as she was running, soaked gown clinging to her frame, golden hair plastered to her cheeks. She turned around the corner, heart racing but she slammed right into him. A hand shot out. Fingers curled tight as steel wrapped around her wrist. Her wrist was pinned held high against the wall in Drayce’s iron grip and yet, her glare didn’t waver. She looked every bit a furious storm in silk and bruises. He looked...cold and quietly, unmistakably furious too. Drayce tilted his head, water dripping from his dark hair strands, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. “Running?” he said softly. Too softly. Elinessa yanked her wrist. But he didn’t let go, even tightening his hold on her. “Let me go,” she hissed, her voice trembling perhaps due to cold or anger. He stepped closer. Bringing his face too close to hers. “Feisty for a dove.” he murmured, breath ghosting against her rain-slick skin. “I decide who flies in my territory.” His golden eyes dragged over her face, slow and unbothered like he had all the time in the world. “You keep fighting like you're not already caged.” Elinessa’s eyes narrowed, voice steady even as her pulse pounded: “Careful, Your Majesty. Even caged birds bite. You were never meant to be part of my story,” she snapped, shaking with fury. His smile was bitter. Bladed he replied “And yet, here we are. The story is ours now” Elinessa (whispering): “Then I’ll rewrite the ending… before it rewrites me.” Drayce’s smile deepened not warm, but cold. Like a hunter who hadn’t caught a bird... but clipped its wings himself.
MoonLight_97 · 144.3k Views