Prince Robert's Wife
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 6m
  • Reads 673
  • Votes 15
  • Parts 3
  • Time 6m
Ongoing, First published Jul 13, 2015
Mature
Raena is the wife of the late Prince Robert. She was returning to the palace from university for the arrival of her husband, Prince Robert, to deliver some very exciting news. When she arrives, the news reaches the palace that he is dead. How will she cope? And what is the news she was going to deliver?

This is about her life throughout the tv show, The Royals. More information about her inside.

I, in no way, own any rights to the original tv show, it's characters or the plot and events that take place. I only own my own character, Raena, and the situations that I create involving her.
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