Suddenly Royal

Sometimes all our plans for life go to shit. You end up doing something you never dreamed of and you know what you do? You make the best out of it you can. Nothing is ever as good or as bad as you think it will be. It’s what you make of it.

Are you upset that you can’t stomp around like a caveman and pee on my leg?” I poked his shoulder. “I’m not a tree, Your Highness.

You love me?” My brain was mush and I wasn’t sure if it was from his words or the pain pill. Yes, I love you.” His eyes bored into mine. “ I love you.” I traced his cheek with my fingers. “Can you tell me again when I’m not on pain medicine?” “I’ll tell you every day.” “Maybe twice a day?” I felt my eyelids growing heavy. “A hundred times a day.

Everyone is tied down in some way. Work, family, medical problems. It's what you make of it. That's why it's so important to surround yourself with the things that make you happy. If you have a bad day at work but get to come home to a woman you love or your favorite hobby, the rest doesn't matter as much.

We usually need exactly what we think we don't want.

Nothing made sense. Every decision felt wrong. Every direction I looked led down a path I was unaware about. For years I have worked toward one goal, stayed focused on one place I wanted to get. But now that goal felt like it wasn't quite right.

You make the best out of it, you can. Nothing is ever as good or as bad as you think it will be. It's what you make of it.

Did you really just ask if I had a boyfriend?" I laughed. "Apparently not very smoothly." He laughed.

The three hours of sleep I had managed to get did not go well with my hatred for mornings.

Often, people hurt things on accident... No one plans on hurting anyone, but it happens.

That's what you did when someone was having a hard time. You fed them. It was a tradition that crossed all cultures.

A title is a title. It doesn't define the type of person you are.

Your ego is a scary beast. It should have its own name. We could call it something frightening like Darth Yummy.

Don't you agree that if I act like there is nothing going on, other people will behave that way too?

I might love my e-reader, but I'd never pass up the chance to browse real books.

To say my day was not going well, would be like saying the French Revolution had been a bit troublesome for Marie Antoinette.

I was starting to think I had been waking up to the wrong alarm clock all these years.

I don't think anyone has ever pulled a chair out for me. It was weird. What did I do with my feet?

I really hoped he wouldn't be at dinner. Mainly because I didn't want to stare at him like a dumbass.

Where’s the normally grumpy Samantha this morning? Is there a coffeepot in your room?” “Spring is definitely on its way,” Margie said. Her back was turned to us, so she didn’t notice the looks that were being passed around. “I believe I heard some birds this morning,” Alex said as he ate his pancakes. “I wonder when the bees will make an appearance,” Chadwick said thoughtfully. “Pollinate a few flowers and such.

Who said I was going to give it to you?” He smiled and took a step toward me. “Maybe I have secret love for Fitzwilliam Darcy. We do share a name. I also need to get a gift for someone who would love it.” “If I can’t have it, no one can.” I narrowed my eyes in mock threat. “Is that so?” “You’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead fingers.” I backed into the bookshelf behind me. “Maybe I just need to distract you long enough to steal it.” He put a hand on the shelf by my head. “And how do you plan on doing that?” I licked my lips. “I have a few ideas.” He moved his other hand, caging me in, and leaned down.

Where’s the fun in that?” He kept his voice low. “I can think of some really fun ways to teach you my native tongue.” “I bet you can.” I let out a nervous chuckle, thinking about the things I’d like him to do with his tongue. “I can think of some things I’d like to hear you say in Lilarian, too.” His eyes stared holes into me as he moved his top hat five spaces. “Loudly.

...I understand that at times, life takes us in different directions than we planned.

And here I was excited to get somewhere I could drink milk out of the carton while wearing my underwear.” “You drink milk out of the carton while in your underwear?” Alex laughed. “You’ve never done that? Gotten up in the middle of the night and wanted a snack?” “Yes, but I wouldn’t bother to put on my underwear.” He watched my face as his words sank in. “What do you -- oh.” I frowned. “Wouldn’t that be cold?” “It’s not so bad when you have someone warm to get back to.” His eyes ran over me, lingering on my hose-clad legs. “Good point.” I looked back out the window as he chuckled.

It’s the accent. Women always swoon for an accent.” I rolled my eyes. “And does the accent work on you?

No offense. They’re very nice tank tops and giant shirts if you like that sort of stuff, but if you’re going to let Prince Alex help you undress each night you might want something a little sexier to slip into.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Not that I’ll say a word about it of course. Not a word.

He tasted like a dark, decadent dessert. I had a feeling I could live on that taste alone for months; that his kiss was something I could become addicted to.

All things are possible with love

You mean you prostituted yourself out to the masses? To draw them away? That was sweet.

You're it for me. I knew it the moment I saw you tell of the maitre d' at the restaurant. Do you understand? You're it. I love you. That sketch was of the moment I fell in love with you.