All Chapters of THE ROYALLY SCREWED PRINCESS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I could feel myself twist and turn all through the night. I could feel the sweat collect on my skin as disgusting as it felt. I heard myself whimper and groan. I could mentally see myself fold into a ball to unfold over and over again. At some point the whole room was spinning and I felt as if I would vomit. I was stuck in this state where I was aware of what was happening but still unconscious. It never ended, just going over and over until I thought I was stuck in a loop that would never break. My body turned during the night, feeling another body brush against my skin with my heart drumming harder. I truly thought I was dying, wanting to ask for help but no help came. I just drifted away into the darkness until my eyes painfully peeled opened. My chest pushed up and down, sweat trickling down with me heaving hard. I was too weak to even shoot up, my hand running to my chest because I felt as if my heart would arrest. My eyes were wide open. I was not even in the right head space t

I had not even woken up and my head was already pounding way too much. The screams in the room weren’t helping at all. My eyes fluttered open, the light like the devil’s pitchfork thrown into my eyes.A groan pulled from me, my body turning around to pull the blankets higher but who was I kidding, the catfight in the room seemed to escalate. Couldn’t they have done it outside or in the woods?My body turned back around, rubbing my eyes because my curiosity also peaked. The king was so mad I could just see the saliva spit as he screamed with such anger. I was happy I was not at the receiving end of it, my head turning with Brum standing there red with fury.I had to see this, sitting up to rub my eyes again.“We did not force you to mate her, you came up with the decision on your own now grow up, take care of your responsibilities or me and you will have a real problem Brum!” It was like watching a younger sibling getting scolded so hard. I bit my lower lip not to laugh, just eating th

Brum’s hand did not fall away even when we were away from all the eyes. The king was impressed, I could see it in his gleaming eyes.As soon as we'd entered the sanctuary of our room, Brum's hand fell away from my waist. The food had been delicious, and this time I had listened to the conversation which had mostly revolved around the upcoming party. They all seemed more excited about it than us. A party was great but I could do without it. I had so many projects to take up and the work that had been piling up on Brum's desk. He had the luxury to take two-year vacations, the lucky bastard.I bent over, slid off my shoes and placed them by the rack in the closet. My eyes fell on the lump of clothes by the corner.“You should hang your cloths!” I shouted, a little annoyed. He didn't deign to answer. I popped my head out from the closet door to find him right at the window, about to hop out. I was laughing before I could even stop myself. He was ridiculous.“You better not be going to ano

The blanket was rudely ripped from my body, an unnecessarily rude awakening if you ask me. The sheets were tugged from under me and I was unceremoniously jerked onto my back two hours later. I groaned angrily, jerkily kicking my feet erratically at Brum's direction in hopes of killing him with a well-timed strike. It was like his mission was to just get on my last nerves until I burst apart. “Brum.” I groaned out, slipping my hand under my pillow to retrieve my knife. I pointed it at him through half lidded eyes. Then I dropped my hand, exhausted, and gingerly sat up, staring at Brum who was fully dressed. He straightened up, having done what he wanted, then walked over to the closet as I continued groaning in abject misery. I fought with the bed covers but even if I murdered them, I still had to wake up. I grumpily hopped off the bed, walking to the bathroom. “It's your turn to make the bed, right?” I asked. But I was not really asking. It was a way to tell him to do the bed. I was

I should have been pissed. I should have been moody and fuming but I was not. As torturous as it was standing there all day long, I could not help but be excited. I did not know what I was excited about. The smiles that I had gotten, the compliments and the well wishes, they did something to me. I should have hated it, should have hated how much I was forced to smile but I was the opposite of that. All these were unexplored emotions for me. Such happiness, it seemed almost criminal to have. I worked my hands over my dress. It was a bundle of colors and patterns with spaghetti straps, skin tight. I paired it with tall black heel sandals and odd pieces of jewelry. To add a piece that was known to me to the outfit, I put on my pearl beads. With that, I was ready to face the alpha couples sitting at the dinner table at that point. My hands were damp with sweat but admitting that out loud would be stupid because I would be accepting that I was nervous. I never got nervous. I thought, shaki