[WINNER OF BEST HISTORICAL FICTION STORY IN THE FICTION AWARDS] There is a story that has been whispered into ear after ear across many countries. It's a sad but hopeful story, the story of The Lost Princess of Scotland. You should know that the story I am about to tell you is true. The horrific events within said story are real, however I should inform you that some details have been altered and exaggerated over the passing years so believe as much as you wish... ~~~ Seventeen years after the tragic attack on the Scottish Kingdom, Rosalie is leading a simple life with her Aunt and Uncle in England. Their lives are soon turned upside down when an unwelcome visitor calls upon their cottage. Running for her life Rose stumbles upon the help of Georgiana, Princess of England. Introduced to a whole new way of life, Rose finds herself falling for Georgiana's older brother, Alexander. Lust and power are a dangerous combination and Rose soon finds herself caught in the middle of a treacherous plot. The Kingdom may not be the safest place to stay after all. [[word count: 50,000-100,000 words]]

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU TURD MONKEY!" I shouted as I repeatedly hit him with my fluffy throw pillow. "I think I'm you're royal body guard Princess," He smirked as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to his chest. "Appointed by your father, the King," Crimson Cross was the bane of my existance. Crimson Cross was the most annoying person I've ever had the misfortune of knowing. Crimson Cross was the sexiest specimen that my eyes had ever feast upon. Crimson Cross was the definition of bad boy. Crimson Cross is my royal body guard.