Like A Black Rose. {UNDER MAJOR EDITING}

Like A Black Rose. {UNDER MAJOR EDITING}

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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} Copyright-(c) 2014 by hidden_writer_
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*π‘©π’π’π’Œ 𝑢𝒏𝒆 π’Šπ’ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 π‘ͺπ’π’–π’“π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’”π’†π’“π’Šπ’†π’”* π‘ͺπ’π’Žπ’‘π’π’†π’•π’†π’…-π‘©π’†π’Šπ’π’ˆ π‘¬π’…π’Šπ’•π’†π’… I felt his warm breath as it caressed my ear, causing a shiver to crawl down my spine as he whispered, "So it seems you have been having quite the time with my brother tonight, Miss Beckett." I looked up horrified to meet his cold blue eyes as they peered down at me, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing some of his beautifully white teeth. "I beg your forgiveness, My prince. I did not mean to offend you by accepting your brother's invitation to dance." I swallowed hard, trying to fight the lump of fear that had started to build in my throat, "I did not think I was allowed to decline." Prince Thomas let out a little chuckle, "Oh, I am not mad at you, Emma." I shivered when my name left his lips, "You have just piqued my interest, that is all." 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 π’‡π’Šπ’—π’† π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’†π’” π’Šπ’ πŸπŸŽπŸπŸ‘ After the King of Myrce announces the commencement of a new event called the Courting, where nobles are summoned to compete against one another for a chance to wed a chosen member of the royal family, for some unknown reason Emma's parents demand she attend in her sister's stead. Thinking they have her on a tight leash, she is instructed not to seduce the prince and return home after making it to the final five. However, after enduring years of abuse and longing for freedom, Emma has other plans. She intends to win and by any means necessary.

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