Smile For The Prince (On Hold)

Smile For The Prince (On Hold)

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The Queen had asked me to marry my crush 2 years ago. I accepted it happily and without any doubt. What I didn't know that day is that The Queen never mentioned any single word about the marriage arrangement to my crush, AKA The Queen's son, AKA Prince Nicolas Phillips. All my dreams about marrying the boy I loved from my childhood, and all the happy thought of spending my life with him gone as soon as he stepped his feet back to the castle. He's not alone. He brought a girl. What shocked me most is how he declared that they're in love. Even though it hurt like hell, I smiled. I smiled for the prince. 2019 Royal Story by Sherine Chairuna Arifayahya. All Right Reserved. The cover background picture was from Trevillion Images by Magdalena Russocka
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November nights are especially stricken with melancholy, as if the ghosts of all winter past come rushing to haunt her heart. She was a captive of her love, her desire, and her dreams. There's always a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a sorrowness more infectious than the night. She had earned his trust. She had never strayed, betrayed, abandoned. She'd been stalwart, true, loving. To her, he was her everything. But to him, she was only a secret. He was a prince and she was merely his lover. • Dismount your high horse. come take claim of the girl you ruined. Come lay eyes upon the desolation you left in your wake. Do you not hear the devil at your shoulder sharpening his daggers? He sits heavy on your subconscious. Dauntingly smirking at me from afar. Enough of his wretched sins, speak to me with your eyes and perhaps somewhere, some day, at less miserable times, we may repent. In the arms of dusk.

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