RLS *1* The Royal Bride

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Enrique's POV

"Good morning, Your Highness," I greeted my father.

"Morning, Mom." I kissed her on the cheek.

"Hmm... Morning, Enrique," my father replied.

Well... that's unusual.

He rarely answers greetings. But today he did. Which means he's in a good mood. And that's dangerous for me. Whenever Father is in a good mood, he usually ends up making me do something I'd rather avoid.

Honestly, I never wanted this life. Royalty feels suffocating. Every day is dictated by rules, traditions, and expectations. I know I can't simply walk away and start over, no matter how much I wish I could. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live a normal life—to make my own choices without carrying the weight of the crown on my shoulders.

But that's impossible.

I'm Enrique Alexander Castellano.

Yes... The Crown Prince of Spain.

Twenty-five years old. Graduated from college two years ago, and since then, my real training to become the next king has begun. Ever since I was a child, I've been told that one day the throne would be mine. Every lesson, every decision, every expectation has been preparing me for that moment.

Still, deep down, I always knew there was another contender.

My cousin, Antonio Alejandro Castellano.

Fortunately—or unfortunately, depending on perspective—his terrible personality has made him the least favorable candidate so far. Unless I somehow lose my place in the line of succession, the throne is meant for me.

And despite my own reluctance to become king...

I definitely don't want Antonio wearing the crown. He doesn't deserve it.

"How are you today?" Father asked.

I nearly choked on the orange juice I was drinking.

"I-I'm fine. How are you?" I managed.

"I'm well."

The conversation ended as quickly as it had started.

Mom served breakfast onto my plate herself. She rarely gets the chance anymore. Being Queen keeps her occupied almost every hour of the day. I understand that... but I still miss her. I miss talking to her, hugging her, and spending time with her like we used to. I let out a quiet sigh.

"Son?" My father's tone made me alert at once. There it comes.

"Yes, Dad?"

"What have you been doing lately?" he inquired, and I held my breath.

"Preparing for the coronation."

"And?" He set his fork down and raised an eyebrow, giving me his full attention.

"I've been working with the royal cabinet, reading, playing golf, watching sports, and attending official events."

"Hm. Good." He paused.

"What do you think about taking the throne now?"

I looked at him. Has he made the decision already?

"Whenever you think the time is right," I replied.

"It's not that simple."

I already knew where this was going.

"You need a bride. A royal bride. The future Queen."