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Crown Prince Aiden Jonas William Agilofings "AJ”, is not interested in love or marriage. A confirmed bachelor, AJ will not fall in love. Not even for inheriting the throne to his beloved Leland. But his grandfather is as stubborn as him, so a marriage will be on the cards. A contracted one. And when a perfect candidate falls into his lap, quite literally… what is he to do?
Amelia Brighton was born a princess but a twist of fate now relegated her to the role of a commoner instead of ruling her nation-Valleys.
But destiny cannot be changed. Amelia Brighton is now ready to ascend a different throne. As the beloved bride of Crown Prince AJ, much to the consternation of her own birth family and the ministers of Leland, she will rule by his side.
A fairy-tale come true, the nation revels in their love story. But enemies lurk in the shadow, ready to expose everything that AJ and Amy hide. So, as they fight the unknown enemies, will they fall in love or end up hating each other?
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AJ looked into the green eyes of the woman, no, the young girl who had come out of nowhere and was now sitting on his thighs like they were her personal couch.
She was stunning. He was no stranger to beautiful women but this girl was too beautiful. The only make-up he could see was on her full lips were covered with a bit of gloss. Her dark hair framed her face while her shoulders were left bare enticingly. To him, she seemed like an innocent little fairy who had wandered into the mortal realm albeit a bit drunk. And there was a certain familiarity to her looks that he could not place.
Without much thought, he simply placed a hand on her small waist to support her as she swayed a little. Her warm breath blew over his shoulder while her voice enthralled him, as she whispered near his ear, "Take me from here, please."
"Umm, excuse me, miss...It is not good to just come and sit on someone..."
“Why not? This is so very comfortable." Saying this she leaned closer to AJ.
Unexpectedly AJ stood up, holding the beauty in his arms and spoke," We need to leave now..."
The woman smiled up at AJ as if she had met her prince charming or even her knight in shining armour, but the onlookers knew that she had thrown herself at a wolf... The poor drunk lamb was going to die soon.
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The Prince's Mischievous Bride

Carefully, Noel once again untied the knot of Emilia's robe as she stood completely still, before placing it onto a chair. He took the moment not because he wanted to be meticulous of her gown but because he needed a moment to compose himself lest he go and kill that bas*ard right away. That would be the last thing she needed.

Gathering her hair, he tied them into a bun before he started to apply the medicine to her wounds. His touch was lighter than a butterfly, his fingers grazing over her skin with the lightest of touches, as if afraid to cause her any more pain.

Emilia stiffened as she felt his touch and tears continued to fall. Every stroke of his hand seemed deliberate and every time he noticed her flinch, he would gently blow over the wound, making her feel things she had no business feeling when he was only being considerate.

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