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

"Mum! Enzo's being mean to me again!" A 10-year-old Silas ran into my arms as I stood in the rose garden with Val. 


"It's called stating facts!" Vincenzo shouted, following Silas into the garden as he glared at his older brother. If not for the clear difference in their ages then one would think that Vincenzo was the older sibling. 


"What facts?" Val asked with a narrowed gaze directed to his second oldest child. 


"That older brother is a crybaby and a scardey cat. I showed him a ladybird and he started screaming at me then ran away," Vincenzo explained and I sighed, kneeling down to hug Silas and he hugged back, sniffling into my shoulder. 


"That doesn't mean you should treat him like that," Val explained, going over to Vincenzo and picking him up in his arms. 


"I want to sit on mums lap," Vincenzo grumbled. 


EPILOGUE