Novels by LuxuriousRose

The soft sound ofhis beating heart soothes Cordelia into wakefulness, a soft, warm tingling feeling is against her cheek. She couldn’t remember the dream she had, but, she couldn’t deny that reality had somehowfeltlike a dream come true.

***Note: This chapter deals with sexual themesthemes. You have been warned.***

Cordelia's day dress was becoming stained at the bottom, the dirt not taking kindly to the satin fabrics of her skirt. Then again,what could she expect from seven long days of travel?Word of her capture had spread throughout the kingdom—which she would have found amusing if it wasn’t true. She had convinced the thief that because she looked like the princess, they had to avoid capture at all costs—meaning going to ramshackle inns and taverns so they wouldn’t be caught. She had thoughts to cut her ha

Her body is hot, the fabric of her dress sticks to her exposed skin. He peels her cloak from her shoulders, exposing the trickles of sweat glistening down her neckline. His kiss gently trails from her lips to her chest. A sharp gasp elicits from Cordelia’s mouth—her heart beats recklessly. Why did something so sinful feel so good? Why wasn’t she stopping him? If her schooling had taught her anything—it was that men’s advances meant nothing good—especially from dishonourable ones.But, the man didn’t know

God damn it all,she curses to herself.The one night she escapes, and she gets captured by this… brute! She swears if she was in her right mind, she would march this thief back home and demand the palace guards arrest him. That fantasy of hers would get her through this travesty. Besides, he wouldn’t be able to escape without getting notice

Princess Cordelia of Wellspring stomps from her mother’s throne room in a huff, leaving the audience. Howdaresheproposea marriage she herself didn’t approve of?! The long winding halls of the palace were no trouble for the blonde to traverse through, this wasn’t her first over-the-top exit from her mother’s tyranny. Her chambers were fast approaching—thank the heavens. It was her one place that she could retreat to without being harassed by her parents, or, her servants.