Like A Black Rose. {UNDER MAJOR EDITING}

He was the prince of England. I was the Princess of Wales-a small province in England. She was the Princess of Sweden. They had to marry for their kingdom to reunite so that we could protect our motherland from the powerful forces of Mafias. He loved me. I loved him back.
But our love? Our Love was like a black rose. So beautiful and magnificent, yet impossible. It needed more than just the nature's powerful forces which we were devoid of. There were no powerful elements to support us. The handful supporters were weak. Very, very weak.
There might be a war outside, but there was a war inside our minds and hearts too. Who will I choose? My best friend or my lover? Who will he choose? Me or his father's orders? Most importantly, who will she choose? Her best friend or a person who doesn't love her back? 

Highest Rank- #26 in ChickLit {4/12/2014} #307 in Romance {7/12/2014}

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