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  Then, the Prince gets down on one knee and reaches into his suit jacket. He pulls out a little black velvet box and flips it open.

  I gasp.

  I’ve seen that ring before—everyone in the Kingdom has. The green emerald stone belonged to the Queen of Farcliff, Charlie’s mother. It was thought to be lost when she died. But it’s right here, in front of me, and Charlie wants me to have it.

  Me!

  “Elle, be my wife.”

  “Ask me nicely,” I say through my tears as my face splits into a smile.

  Charlie laughs. “Elle, light of my life, mother of my child, and the key to my heart and happiness, will you please, for the love of Farcliff, please marry me?”

  I’m still laughing and crying, and Dahlia is still swatting reporters back. She glances back at me.

  “Say ‘yes’ now, Elle. Christ, woman! Put him out of his misery!”

  I can’t speak, because I have no voice. I just nod as tears stream down my face. “Yes,” I croak. “I’ll marry you.”

  When he slides the ring on my hand, the Prince lets out a sigh. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. I wrap my arms around him and he kisses me again.

  My love, my King, my future husband.

  When we turn to the cameras, I’m beaming. I can’t help it. I know there will be questions to be answered—this doesn’t make sense to me yet. It probably doesn’t make sense to anyone except Charlie.

  But I do know that it feels right.

  The Prince’s butler, Neville, appears in a black car and Dahlia helps us make it through the crowd to get to the vehicle. Neville drives us down the road in silence, and I lean my forehead against Charlie’s shoulder.

  I take a deep breath. “This is real, right? It’s not a dream. I don’t think I’d survive if I have to wake up from this.”

  “It’s not a dream,” Charlie assures me.

  I sigh, squeezing his hand with mine. We lose the reporters behind us, and Neville drives us up to our own little place, nestled deep in the forests of Farcliff. We drive up to the cabin at the southern end of the lake, and I take a deep breath.

  Neville nods to us and drives away. Charlie leads me to the door. “Welcome home, my Queen.”

  I grin. “I like the sound of that.”

  “So do I.”

  In that cabin in the woods, Charlie wraps me in his arms and kisses me tenderly. We laugh, and cry, and kiss. He tells me everything that’s happened and for a few blissful hours, we forget about the rest of the world. There will be a mess to deal with, but for now… it’s just us.

  Dahlia was right, after all. Everything worked out just fine.

  Epilogue

  Elle

  That day, we found the evidence that Charlie’s mother had gathered and hidden in the cabin’s wine cellar. It turns out that an attempt had been made on her life once before, during a ski trip a year before her death. She’d managed to trace the assassin and even connected him to the Thornes, but wasn’t able to go public before she was murdered.

  We had photos, names, dates—leaving a very clear picture of who was behind it. Combined with the letter she wrote and the news of the Farcliff Dam Project, it was enough to get the King to step down. Talin Thorne was imprisoned.

  I kept pushing for Charlie to arrest his father, too, but he never did. I think after his scandal with the governess, the last thing he wanted to do was cause controversy at the very beginning of his rule.

  Instead, the King abdicated and moved away from Farcliff. Charlie, Damon, and Gabriel mourned the death of their mother and invited the Raventhals back to the castle.

  Damon, especially, took it hard.

  It was a tough time. In a way, the Princes lost their mother all over again, and lost their father at the same time. Charlie was very serious and quiet during those days.

  We were married in a quiet, closed ceremony. Charlie dug out my one pair of heels from the bottom drawer of his dresser, but I was too pregnant to wear them to the wedding. We had them framed instead.

  I gave birth three days later to a healthy baby boy, and Charlie doted on his son all day, every day. Having a baby in the castle brightened everyone’s mood and distracted them from the tragedy of the Queen’s death and the sudden abdication of the King.

  The love that Charlie and I had for one another, and for our baby, won over the people. They accepted me as their Queen more easily than I ever expected, and Charlie and I started ruling with the full support of both Farcliff and Grimdale.

  I graduated from Farcliff University, but I didn’t have to worry about providing for the baby. I asked Dahlia to be the baby’s godmother, and she gleefully accepted—she had her own reasons for wanting to be at the castle, after all.

  The Valencias refused to move to the castle with the Prince and me. Frank said he wouldn’t be able to run the shelter from Farcliff Castle. They did accept funding for the mobile spay and neuter units, though, and Frank became the face of animal shelters in Farcliff.

  A year and a half after Charlie Jr. was born, I crawled into bed beside Charlie with a smile plastered over my face.

  “What?” He asked, grinning.

  I took his hand and placed it over my stomach. I stared at him, happiness overflowing in my heart.

  “You’re…”

  I nodded. “I’m pregnant. You ready to be a dad again?”

  Charlie’s smile widened, and he crushed his lips against mine. He laughed and kissed me over and over, and my poor heart nearly exploded. I didn’t know it was possible to be that happy.

  Now, ten years later, we have three wonderful children and my life is so full of love that I can hardly believe it. Dahlia is like a sister to me in more ways than one… but that’s her story, and I’ll let her tell it in her own words.

  Charlie is beloved by the entire Kingdom of Farcliff, and he’s proven himself over and over to be a kind and just King. His mother’s memory lives on in him.

  I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this much love and happiness, but I’m grateful for it every day. My three children are tall, strong, and athletic, and I make sure they know that they’re beautiful just as they are.

  In the evenings, Charlie wraps his arms around me and tells me he loves me. Even after a decade, I never tire of hearing it.

  “My Queen,” he says, running his hands over my body. “Have I ever told you how wonderful you are?”

  “Every day,” I smile, closing my eyes and enjoying his touch.

  “I love you, Elle,” King Charlie sighs into my ear.

  My heart flutters, just as it did the very first day. “I love you, too.” I kiss him tenderly, and he pulls me close.

  Just like the very first night we had together, heat sparks between my thighs. I fall into his arms, and he claims me as his Queen.

  The only difference is that now, I know we aren’t doomed. There’s no expiration date, no end, no fall from a great height. We have each other, forever—happily ever after.

  Heartless Prince

  An Accidental Pregnancy Romance

  Royally Unexpected: Book 2

  Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly.

  —Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

  1

  Dahlia

  I’m cursed.

  Always have been, always will be—but I’ve learned to live with it.

  The barista doesn’t know that, though. She just thinks the milk steamer on her espresso machine stopped working as soon as I walked up to the counter.

  “Sorry.” Her eyebrows arch. “It’s never done this before.” She glances at the door marked ‘Staff Only’ behind her, chewing her lip. I wonder if her manager is a hardass.

  I shake my head. “It’s fine. Forget about the lattes. I’ll just have two black coffees.”

  “I’ll refund you.”

  I smile. “Don’t worry about it.” I’m not going to punish her just because I’m perpetually unlucky.

 
Her shoulders relax a bit. She gives me a shy smile. “Okay—thanks.”

  I take the two coffees to the table where my aunt, Theresa, is waiting. She nods her chin toward the machine, which magically started working again for the next customer.

  “What happened?”

  “It’s the curse.”

  Auntie T rolls her eyes. “Of course it is. You know there’s no curse, right?”

  “Try living a day in my shoes and then tell me there’s no curse. This morning, I slipped on a banana peel in my kitchen. A banana peel! I don’t even eat bananas! Unless this is live-action Mario Kart, that shouldn’t happen to a regular person.”

  “Maybe you’re just clumsy,” she grins, “and isn’t your roommate an athlete? Athletes eat bananas, don’t they?”

  I huff, sinking down into the chair across from her. The curse is real, and it sabotages me every day. Don’t even ask me about my love life—that’s in the Oxford English Dictionary under ‘disaster’.

  My roommate, Elle, would tell you otherwise—but she thinks just because I have a healthy sex life, it means I’m good at dating. I’m not. I’ve never had a relationship last more than a couple of weeks.

  “How was the Prince’s Ball, honey?” My aunt asks, bringing her coffee cup to her lips. With an oversized, leopard-print, faux-fur jacket and long crimson nails, she doesn’t exactly look like she belongs in the campus café.

  I can’t meet her eye. I suck at lying—so, I just tell the truth. “I didn’t go.”

  “What? But we received the thank you note from Farcliff Castle. They only send those out if you attend.”

  I scrunch my napkin between my fingers and take a deep breath. “My roommate went instead of me.”

  “Why would she do that?” Theresa’s painted nails fly to her chest and her bright, red lips drop open. She frowns, as if Elle stole my invitation from me.

  Elle didn’t steal anything from me. I was the one who convinced her to take my place—and not very easily. She had no desire to go, but I’m glad she did. That’s how she met Prince Charlie.

  “I didn’t want to go, Auntie T. You know how I feel about castles and crowds.”

  Theresa’s eyebrow arches and she looks me up and down. “First of all, you know I don’t like it when you call me Auntie. It ages me.”

  My lips tug into a small smile.

  Theresa continues: “Second of all, why would you pass up the chance to go to the Prince’s Ball? It only happens once every generation! Are you insane?”

  “I didn’t feel comfortable going up to the castle.”

  Theresa tuts, shaking her head. “I blame your mother for this. She scared you away from your own heritage. Why should a Raventhal daughter be afraid of meeting the royal family? It’s all this talk about a stupid curse. No one should put those thoughts into a young child’s head.”

  “She’s right, though. It’s not safe for me there.”

  Theresa pinches her lips and drums her fingernails on the table. She tilts her head, watching me. “If you’re so scared of the castle, why—of all the places where you could study organic chemistry—did you choose Farcliff University?”

  “Microbiology.”

  “What?”

  “I study microbiology, not organic chemistry.”

  “I thought you said…”

  “That was just one of my classes last semester.”

  She waves a dismissive hand. “Whatever. You’re avoiding the question. Why come here? With your grades, you could have studied anywhere—yet you come to the one place that terrifies you.” My aunt purses her lips. “It doesn’t make sense for you to come here if you’re just going to avoid the royal family. You live in a dumpy house on the edge of Grimdale, and you pretend your last name is Smith. You’re a Raventhal, Dahlia. You belong up at the castle with the rest of them—so why avoid it?”

  I take a sip of coffee and avoid her eyes again. She’s right. I live near the edge of the poorer end of the Kingdom called Grimdale—hardly the typical neighborhood for a Raventhal to live. However, it’s a perfectly acceptable place for a girl called Smith to live while she studies at Farcliff University.

  Growing up, I was hidden away in the forests of the Rocky Mountains. I lived with my three aunts, who served as guardians while my parents lived in exile. I wasn’t even told that I was originally from Farcliff until my sixteenth birthday. My parents would come and visit me twice a year, and my mother was the one who’d explained that I’d been cursed as a small baby.

  That’s why they took me away from Farcliff—to keep me safe from the curse. That’s what my mother said, at least. My aunts would shake their heads and tell her to stop putting silly superstitions into my head.

  I know how crazy it sounds, but that’s the kind of thing that stays with you. Now, I’m supposed to be taking part in court life as if none of that ever happened? As if I haven’t been told that going to the castle will kill me?

  I sigh. “I don’t know. I feel like an imposter. This is where I was born, but I was shipped away from Farcliff when I was a toddler. I never got to see the Raventhal home. Growing up with you, Aunt Helen, and Aunt Margie was…”

  I trail off, lost in my own thoughts.

  “It was what?” Theresa’s voice has an edge to it.

  I take a deep breath. “It was wonderful. I loved growing up in the wild. I loved being surrounded by nature and birds—even if being allergic to pollen, and bees, and insect bites isn’t exactly convenient in the middle of the wilderness. Even so, it was peaceful. But… I don’t know who I am, Theresa. All of a sudden, when I turned sixteen, you told me I was a Raventhal and that I belonged in the Farcliff Court. I just want…” I sigh, shrugging. “I don’t know what I want.”

  I sip my coffee as Theresa studies me. When she doesn’t say anything, I know she wants me to keep talking.

  “Whenever I see Mom, she always tells me they’re dangerous at court. And then you’re telling me the opposite—pushing me towards it, telling me it’s fine. Which is it? Is it safe, or not safe? Am I cursed, or not cursed?”

  Theresa puts her hand over mine. Her face softens as she gently squeezes my fingers. “Your mother has her own ideas. I’m just trying to encourage you to be the Lady you were born to be. I want you to reach your full potential, Dahlia.”

  I take a deep breath. “I know Mom has always been paranoid about the Farcliff royal family. I don’t want to live in fear like she does.”

  “So, why are you running away from it? Why not go up to the castle when you’re invited?”

  “It scares me. What happened with Mom…”

  “What happened with your mother was unfortunate, but I don’t know if it was really as bad as she thought. It was more of a scandal in the press than anything truly dangerous.”

  “You mean her exile?” I stare at my aunt and take a deep breath. “What exactly happened with her? All I know is that the Queen died, and Mom started claiming she’d been murdered—and then she was sent away. Whenever I ask her about it, she clams up.”

  Now, it’s Theresa’s turn to avoid my gaze. She stares out of the window at the stream of students walking toward their classes. “That’s more or less what happened,” she says.

  “More or less? What does that mean?”

  My aunt sighs. “It’s not for me to tell, munchkin.”

  “Why not?”

  “It was a long time ago, Dahlia. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

  Frustration builds inside me until I feel like I’m going to explode. This happens every time I try to find out about the past. Whether I ask my aunts or my parents, I always get the same answer. It’s in the past. I’m not old enough. It’s not for them to tell.

  Well, whose story is it to tell? How am I supposed to know who to trust in Farcliff if I don’t know what happened, or why my mother was exiled? She used to be the Queen’s best friend—now, I can’t even ask anyone why that changed.

  “The King’s sister was spearheading the campaign to have your mother
exiled,” Theresa explains. She pinches her lips together and her lipstick creases. Her eyes tighten as she stares at me, and I hold my breath. No one has ever said anything about this to me before.

  “The King’s sister?”

  “Lady Malerie.” Theresa sighs. “She never liked your mother. I think Mal was insulted that the Queen asked your mother to be a bridesmaid and not her. Said she was the King’s sister, and Tabitha Raventhal was a nobody. Very easily offended, that woman.” Theresa tuts her lips and shakes her head. “Lots of drama surrounding her.”

  “I never heard about this.”

  “No,” Theresa answers without explanation.

  “So… Exiling Mom was payback? For not being asked to be a bridesmaid?”

  “The bridesmaid thing started it all… And then there was Prince Charlie’s christening. Phew! Don’t get me started on that.” Theresa shakes her head. “When Tabitha was named godmother instead of Lady Malerie? Well—all hell broke loose.”

  My heart thumps. No one has ever been this open with me before. I lean forward. “What happened at Charlie’s christening?”

  My question seems to snap Theresa out of her own thoughts. She looks at me, wide-eyed, and inhales sharply. She claps her hands together and shakes her head. “What are we doing, talking about things that don’t matter? I’m here to take you out to lunch! We should be pampering ourselves, not talking about silly drama from the past.”

  “What if I want to talk about silly drama?”

  “Well, that may be, but we have some self-care to attend to. Come on, I didn’t come all the way from Colorado to visit my darling niece just to spend the whole time sitting in a cramped coffee shop. I’ve made us an appointment with Farcliff’s best hairdresser. Your colors need some refreshing, and I need a blowout.”

  I run my hands through my multicolored strands and take a deep breath. I can tell by the look on Theresa’s face that I won’t be getting any more information out of her today.