Once upon a time, there was a girl, a prince... and a crown. 
But you see, this is no ordinary fairytale... for this girl was dead to the world and this prince was next in line for a tainted throne. 
So what happens when a tragic shipwreck causes a chance meeting?
The last thing you'd expect is for this girl to become the royal tutor for two spoilt younger princes.
Follow her journey in uncovering secrets that had been berried 6 ft under, on taming two arrogant princes and falling in love with their older brother, the Crown Prince of this Kingdom.
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"You! What are you doing here?" I screamed, covering myself.
"I came for you," He said that as if it made complete sense.
"I don't want to see you. Go away," Instead of going away as I had wished he would, he walked into the river, slowly trudging towards my showering self.
"I said go away!" I shouted, turning away from him as if that would help but he didn't heed my words.
"I know you did," He replied, a small smirk on that handsome face that I had grown to both love and hate.
"Then why aren't you going away?" I asked, now beginning to take slow steps back as he got closer.
"Because I came to see you and I'm not going anywhere until I see you," Was that supposed to be flattery? Why don't I feel flattered then?
"If I say so myself, I think you've seen too much of me," I mumbled and he seemed pleased by my words which only frustrated me further.
"Too much of you is never enough for me. The more you show, the more I want," Now I felt flattered.
I turned around to look at him but it was too late, feeling a strong grip on my bare waist, I was heaved into the air as he carried me in his arms, pushing us both back against a rock as I gulped back a surprised scream.
"What do you want?" I finally asked the question he'd been patiently waiting to hear and he didn't waste another second to answer, grey eyes glinting with underlying mischief.
"I want you,"
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Note: The picture used in the cover does not belong to the author.

Once Upon A Crown

"I'm not sure... but it's definitely possible, although highly unlikely," I sighed at his words, slouching down on my seat as he shrugged his shoulders at me. 


"What happened while I was away?" Damien asked. 


"Children have been disappearing," I massaged my temples. 


"Homeless, abandoned children," I specified. 


"Shouldn't orphanages take them in if they're under 18 or shelters if they're above 18?" 


"They should... but the orphanages or shelters aren't receiving enough money to be able to feed everyone so it's either bring them in and starve to death with them or leave them be and barely get by with the people you already have," 


"Then where are all the money from the charity ball's and stuff going?" 


"Ask my father who's been buying himself an awful lot of presents lately," 


"Right," Damien sighed, leaning back on his own seat with a groan. "How did such a pathetic man even become King?" He added. 


Chapter 25- Eleanora's Ball