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

"Wow, I knew it. You look good in everything but the pink looks best on you," Beatrice gave my reflection a thumbs up and I smiled at her energetic self. 


"I don't think this is pink," I told her and she rolled her eyes. "Champagne, pink, what's the difference?" Instead of coming up with a snarky remark, I decided to just roll my eyes at her before going back to admiring myself in the mirror while Eva finished styling my hair and Beatrice, my make-up. 


It was a beautiful floor-length, champagne coloured dress with off-the-shoulder sleeves and expensive crystals coming up from the bottom in an ombre style. It had a deep V-neck which showed off some cleavage but Beatrice told me that it was the current trend and that other ladies would be wearing things much more revealing. 


Chapter 32- An Intimidating Gaze