Royal Rebel: A Royal Romance (The Haldonia Monarchy Book 1)
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Royal Rebel
The Haldonia Monarchy #1
Laramie Briscoe
Copyright © 2020 by Laramie Briscoe
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Contents
Summary
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Epilogue
Thank You!
About the Author
Summary
Tristan
I knew what I would get when I turned twenty-five.
A wife.
A monarchy.
And to be honest, I wasn't sure I wanted either one of them.
Amelia
At twenty-three I knew it was my duty to serve.
A King.
The people.
The one thing I never counted on? Falling in love with my husband.
Prologue
Tristan
“I’m fucked. Completely and totally fucked. The King is going to have me beheaded in front of the entire country.”
I should have been home hours ago, technically yesterday, if I’m being honest. Looking down at the illuminated clock located on the dashboard of my Bugatti, I grimace as the blue numbers turn to four am. The sad thing? I know what I’m required to do and I’m failing miserably before I’ve even started. The remnants of a teenage kid who went through a rebellion after his mother died, and then grew into a young adult who still hasn’t dealt with his feelings.
“That’s one way of putting it, Tris, and he’s your father. I doubt he’d behead you in front of everyone. More than likely he’ll give you a private dressing down. Public isn’t his style.”
A smirk twitches at the corners of my mouth as my good friend and member of my royal protection team, Parker holds on tight when I take a turn at almost one-hundred miles an hour. He’s used to it, but his legs still slide across the leather of his seat. A noise in his throat is the only other give away of how fast I’m going.
“Perhaps slow down? Getting there quicker isn’t going to make it any better if your father is waiting on you.”
Chuckling, I question. “Faster? You want me to go faster, you say?” I press my foot to the pedal harder, enjoying the way the car designed specifically for me responds. Gripping the steering wheel, I hold on tight as it gives a jolt and accelerates forward. Speed is the one thing I’ve always loved, maybe it’s because it’s the one thing that tore my life apart.
Parker gives a yell as we’re jerked back in our seats by the force of the acceleration. The city is asleep in the eerie quietness of the early-morning, but the lights pass by in a blur as I make my way downtown, heading for the residence I keep while not in the country.
“Not so fast!” Parker is pressing an imaginary brake so hard on the passenger side floorboard that I can hear it from where I sit. If the undercarriage wasn’t reinforced, he’d probably have put a hole in the damn thing.
“No worries, it brakes like a dream.”
The tires squeal lightly as we come to a halt in front of the gates. They open once the guards inside see who I am. Conservatively, I drive to the garage, park the car, and then as quietly as I can, sneak into the main house through the kitchen entrance.
“Tristan!”
“Shhh,” I shush the head of the kitchen. Mary has worked here since I was a child, and I can always count on her to use discretion. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” I grab a fresh biscuit off the counter, before giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Again, with the stealth of a ninja, I navigate through the main room and then the hallway. The stairs are in my sights when I hear a throat clear behind me.
“Tristan, where have you been?”
The loud, commandi
ng tone of King Phillip, better known to me as my father, stops me in my tracks. Pasting a smile, I turn. “Out for a morning run? Couldn’t sleep and got hungry?” I hold up the biscuit, before I take a bite.
It doesn’t taste good, it tastes like dust as I wait for my father to speak to me. He’s upset, and maybe he has a right to be.
“Don’t pretend I’m stupid. Get to my office now!”
He’s angry, much like he’s been for the past twelve years since my mother passed away. Angry at the world for forcing him to grieve in public, angry at God for taking her away, and angry at me for looking so much like her. I’m a constant reminder of the life he had and lost. Whether he’s meant to or not, I’m the one whose born most of his worst days.
I’m the person who survived the crash which took her life, and it makes him sad, even when I think it irritates him. No one wants to admit they’d rather lose a child than a wife, but some days, I think he wishes it was me who perished. Breathing heavily, I follow him into his office, knowing I’m going to deserve whatever he gives me. After all, I basically asked for it. It’s the only way I’ve been able to get his attention.
“You know what today is?” He has a seat behind the ornate desk he’s had since I was a child. Back then it’d been larger than life, much like he was to me.
“How could I forget?”
My birthday.
Twenty-five is a big year, especially in our tiny country of Haldonia. It’s the year you can legally rent a car, the time you age out of mandatory military service, and if you’re in line for the throne, it’s when the previous King or Queen secedes. They give you six months to learn the ropes, but what is six months when trying to learn how to be a ruler?
You’ve got that right, I’m about to be the king of a freaking country. Know what else comes along with being king?
“She’s here, Tristan.” He steeples his fingers in front of his face. The fact he still wears his wedding ring doesn’t escape me. It flashes with the light from the lamp on his desk.
“My blushing bride, I take it?” The words are pulled from deep within my chest. I’d always thought I would make my own decision when it came to who I would marry. Even though my parents didn’t, and they still had a tremendous love. One that burned bright until the day she died. I, however, haven’t been that lucky. I have yet to meet anyone, and the suitable prospects sure as hell aren’t there.
“You knew this day would come. Instead of gallivanting around and flaunting your status, you should have been serious about picking out a suitable wife. You haven’t done that, and royal custom says the marriage is must now to be arranged. You were given time, my son. You blew it, and now you must pay the consequences.”
He’s not lying. It’s time for me to own up to my mistakes like a man. “When and where?” I ask, having a seat in front of him an letting my hands fall in between my legs.
“Your birthday party, tonight.” He looks at the clock on his desk. “There you’ll meet Amelia. Tomorrow, we introduce her to the country. I hope you’re prepared for what’s about to happen, Tristan.”
“Doesn’t matter if I am or not, does it?” I give him a sardonic smile. “In six months’ time, I’ll be a married man and king of a country.”
“It is custom.”
“Yeah?” I get up, sighing again. “Sometimes I’d like to say fuck custom.”
As I take the stairs two at a time, making it to my bedroom just as the sun is coming up, I wonder just why God took my mom and not me. I would’ve been a much better choice.
Chapter One
Amelia
The urge to puke is strong. Especially as I feel the hairdresser tug at a lock of hair while she curls it into what she calls a “beachy wave”. Given the fact that it’s February and Haldonia is a small country located between Sweden and Norway, beachy is subjective. Especially considering freezing rain started an hour ago. If this wasn’t a birthday party for the soon-to-be king, I have doubts that anyone would have showed up for it. Since we’re in the castle, I’m positive there’s enough room for anyone who wants to stay over. The thought almost makes me laugh.
“Do you want it down your back? Or do you want it off your neck?” she asks as she curls the next to last piece.
“Flowing down my back,” I answer, aware that this may be the very last decision I make for myself, depending on what type of man His Royal Highness Tristan turns out to be. While there has been talk, you never know someone until you’re intimate with them, actually have conversations with them. We haven’t had that luxury.
My makeup was finished a half hour ago, and once my hair is done, the only thing left is for me to get dressed. The hair stylist sprays it heavily as she tousles it with her hands.
“You’ve got that just-been-bedded look, my dear, he won’t know what hit him.” The promise is there in her voice. I’m not sure whether to be excited or not. I think I’m too nervous to be excited, too scared that I won’t be who he wants, or what he thinks I am.
As she leaves, Shannon, my new personal stylist that I’ve been working with for the past two weeks comes in. “You ready?”
My eyes follow her as she walks over to the closet, to get the dress that was picked out for me last week. When I tried on the maroon, sleeveless dress cinched at the waist, I knew it was mine. With my almost black hair, brown eyes, and complexion that perpetually looks like I’ve been out in the sun a few minutes each day, it’s stunning. My makeup is darker today, and my hair has been curled and brushed so much it shines. When I look at myself in the mirror, I almost don’t recognize the person looking back at me.
I nod, knowing that this is it. When I put this dress on, step into the heels, and allow her to put the jewelry on me I will no longer be Amelia Irving, I’ll be Amelia, future Queen of Haldonia.
My hands shake as Shannon hooks the diamond bracelet around my wrist, helps me put in the earrings, and places a tiara I’ve opted to wear on my head.
“How do I look?” I take a deep breath, scared to death that I’m going to fall, or pass out. Maybe both.
“Like a dignified lady.” She claps her hands, smiling boldly at me. “Let’s fix your lipstick quickly and then you can be off.”
“What if I don’t want to be off?” I whisper as I grab hold of her fingers.
She’s one of the only people I can now trust. Very few people have been preparing their whole lives to fulfill a role, but at the age of twelve, I was told it would be possible that one day I would be Queen. An old handshake agreement between my father, one of the richest businessmen in not only our country, but the world and the King had sealed mine and Tristan’s fate.
As was custom, I was kept away each time Tristan came to our home, and he came to our home a lot as a teenager with his father. He and my brother are friends. From afar I watched him, knowing that if he didn’t pick his own bride, I would be his. Over the years I’ve watched him grow up, have read the articles on the internet, and seen his name grace many of the most eligible bachelor lists. It was strange to know he could be looking for his soulmate, but I wasn’t able to find mine. It was up to me, to be available for a moment just like this. For a long time I grappled with the reality he could do whatever he wanted and I was spoken for.
Jealousy would eat at me sometimes when I would see people claim him as their own. When I’ve thought about him as mine since I was told about our destiny. Might seem silly since I was so young, but I feel a certain pride in serving my country, and that means doing my part for the crown.
For eleven years that’s been my secret, and I’ve guarded it with a fierceness I wasn’t sure I had within me. Gathering my courage, I bow my head, close my eyes, and try to find my Zen. Try to imagine that all of this going to go fine, and I’m where I’m supposed to be.
“Look at yourself, Amelia, take a good look,” Shannon encourages. “You’re going to knock him off his feet and have the rest of the nation bowing at yours.”
Even though I looked at myself earlier, I do as
she tells me to. Raising my head and opening my eyes, I gasp. I again don’t recognize the person in the mirror, staring back at me. There’s something changed, a comfort I didn’t have before. This girl staring back at me? She’s a woman. She looks sophisticated, beautiful, and like she can hold her own in any situation. That’s not me, has never been me. I do, however, like to rise to any occasion, and perhaps this is me rising above everything I’ve always believed I am.
“Do they know I’m here?” I question Shannon as we walk slowly toward the ballroom.
We can hear the noise coming from the room, even though we’re quite a distance away. I won’t be going in there, not yet. There’s no way Tristan and I will meet one another in front of so many. The first meeting will be private.
“No,” she answers. “They probably assume, but no one has mentioned you’re going to be in attendance. Press those shoulder’s back, Amelia. Hold your head up high.”