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Enchanted Secrets: A Royal Love Triangle
Bối cảnh:rose the guard of lucy hart the princess of the magic kindom me and lucy have a drunk one night stand well engaged to Edward mable is my sister the wizard of the royal family i am secret goddess lucy and i are half sisters i ahve a godess form with powres rose hase raed hair gren eyes and super sexy i wake up in lucy room
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Rose Everhart
guard of Princess Lucy Hart, has a secret identity as a goddess and is engaged to Edward, has red hair and green eyes, protective and conflicted.
Lucy Hart
Princess of the Magic Kingdom and halfsister to Rose, unaware of her true identity or relationship with Rose, has a close relationship with Rose, innocent and sheltered.
Mable
Rose's sister and the wizard of the royal family, supportive of Rose but unaware of her true powers and relationship with Lucy.
I wake up with a pounding headache and a mouth that tastes like I licked the floor of a bar.
My eyes are crusted shut, and I have no idea where I am.
The last thing I remember is drinking too much at the ball celebrating Princess Lucy Hart’s engagement to Prince Edward.
I had been so happy for my half-sister, but also so sad for myself.
I’d never be able to marry the man I loved, because I was already engaged to Edward.
I’d been engaged to him since I was born, and it was a secret that only a few people knew.
I’d always known that I would never be able to marry the man I loved, but it still hurt to see Lucy getting her happily ever after while I was stuck in a loveless marriage.
So I drank, and drank, and drank some more until everything went black.
And now here I am, waking up in bed with Princess Lucy Hart herself.
I blink my eyes open, trying to make sense of the opulent surroundings.
The room is bathed in soft morning light filtering through heavy velvet curtains.
Gold-framed paintings and ornate furniture scream wealth and royalty.
Lucy’s bedroom.
I turn my head slowly, feeling every throb of my hangover.
There she is, lying beside me, her golden hair spread out on the pillow like a halo.
My heart skips a beat as memories from last night flood back—her laughter, our whispered confessions, the heat of our kisses.
Panic grips me.
What have we done?
"Lucy," I whisper, my voice hoarse.
"Lucy, wake up."
She stirs, her eyelids fluttering open.
Her blue eyes meet mine, widening in shock and confusion.
"Rose?" she murmurs, sitting up abruptly.
"What... what happened?"
I swallow hard, trying to piece together the fragments of last night.
"We drank too much," I say, my voice trembling.
"And then... we..."
Her face pales as realization dawns on her.
"Oh no," she whispers.
"This can't be happening."
I sit up too, clutching the silk sheets to my chest.
"We need to figure out what happened," I say urgently.
"We can't let anyone find out."
Lucy nods, her hands shaking as she pushes her hair back from her face.
"But how? What do we do?"
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
"First, we need to get dressed," I say.
"Then we'll figure out the rest."
We scramble out of bed, our movements frantic and clumsy.
I grab my dress from the floor, wincing as I pull it over my head.
Lucy does the same, her fingers fumbling with the buttons.
As I struggle with my shoes, I hear footsteps approaching the room.
My heart leaps into my throat.
"Someone's coming," I hiss.
"We need to hide!"
Lucy looks around wildly, her eyes landing on a large wardrobe in the corner of the room.
"Quick!" she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards it.
I hold my breath, listening intently.
The footsteps pause, then retreat down the hallway.
Relief washes over me, but it’s short-lived.
A soft meow breaks the silence.
I peek through a crack in the wardrobe door and see Lucy's cat, Whiskers, padding around the room.
I exhale slowly and push the door open.
"False alarm," I whisper, stepping out cautiously.
Lucy follows me, her face still pale.
We avoid each other’s eyes, the tension between us almost palpable.
The room feels stifling, despite its grandeur.
Whiskers rubs against my leg, purring softly.
I bend down to scratch behind his ears, trying to calm my racing heart.
"Rose," Lucy says quietly, breaking the silence.
Her voice trembles slightly.
I straighten up and look at her, my heart aching with unspoken words.
"Yes?" I manage to say.
She bites her lip, looking torn.
"I... I don't know what to say."
Neither do I.
The weight of our actions hangs heavy in the air.
I’ve loved Lucy since we were children, but she’s engaged to Prince Edward now.
And I’m supposed to be her guard, not her lover.
"We need to figure this out," I say finally, my voice strained.
"We can’t let anyone find out what happened."
Lucy nods, but her eyes are filled with conflict.
"I know," she whispers. "But... Rose..."
Her words trail off, and we stand there in awkward silence, exchanging glances that speak volumes.
My mind races with a thousand thoughts and emotions.
Duty clashes with love, tearing me apart inside.
Whiskers jumps onto a nearby chair and curls up, oblivious to the turmoil around him.
"Do you regret it?" Lucy asks suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper.
The question catches me off guard.
I meet her gaze, searching for an answer in her eyes.
"No," I say honestly. "But it doesn’t change anything."
She looks down, her shoulders slumping slightly.
"I wish things were different," she murmurs.
"So do I," I reply softly. "But we have to be careful. For both our sakes."
Lucy nods again, but the sadness in her eyes is unmistakable.
The silence stretches on, heavy with unspoken emotions and the weight of our complicated relationship.
Finally, Lucy takes a deep breath and straightens up.
"We should go," she says firmly. "Before anyone comes looking for us."
I nod in agreement and head towards the door.
As I reach for the handle, I feel a hand on my arm.
"Rose," Lucy says softly. "Thank you."
I turn to look at her one last time before we step back into reality.
Her eyes are filled with gratitude and something else—something that makes my heart ache even more.
The corridor is quiet, the walls adorned with tapestries depicting royal hunts and battles.
I reach my door and slip inside, locking it behind me.
The room is modest compared to Lucy's, but it's mine—a small sanctuary in this palace of secrets.
I walk over to the mirror and stare at my reflection.
My neck is covered in hickeys, stark reminders of last night’s passion.
I touch them gingerly, feeling a mix of shame and longing.
How could I let this happen?
I know I must hide them before anyone sees.
I rummage through my drawer and find a scarf, wrapping it around my neck.
The fabric feels rough against my skin, but it will have to do.
I hope it’s enough to conceal the marks.
A knock on the door startles me.
"Rose? Are you alright?" Mable's voice calls from the other side.
I take a deep breath, forcing a smile onto my face.
"Just a moment," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.
I walk to the door and open it slowly.
Mable stands there, her eyes filled with concern.
She’s holding a tray with tea and biscuits.
"Good morning," I say, stepping aside to let her in.
She sets the tray down on the small table by the window.
"I was worried when you didn’t come down for breakfast," she says, glancing at me.
"I’m fine," I assure her, though my heart is still pounding. "Just needed some time alone."
Mable’s eyes narrow slightly as she studies me.
"Are you sure? You look a bit pale."
"I’m sure," I insist, sitting down and pouring myself a cup of tea.
The warm liquid soothes my throat, but does little to calm my nerves.
Mable sits across from me, her gaze unwavering.
"You know you can talk to me about anything," she says gently.
I nod, but words fail me. How can I possibly explain what happened?
She reaches out and touches my hand. "Rose, you’re like a sister to me. Please don’t shut me out."
Her kindness almost breaks me.
"I appreciate that," I manage to say. "But really, I’m fine."
Mable sighs but doesn’t press further. Instead, she changes the subject.
"Did you hear about the new guard rotation?" she asks.
"No," I reply, grateful for the distraction.
"They’re moving some of us around," she explains. "You might be reassigned."
The news hits me like a punch to the gut. Reassigned? Away from Lucy?
"When will we know?" I ask, trying to keep my voice even.
"Probably by tomorrow," Mable says with a shrug.
I nod absently, my mind spinning with possibilities.
If I’m reassigned, it could be a blessing in disguise—a way to distance myself from Lucy and avoid further complications.
But the thought of being away from her also fills me with dread.
Mable stands up and gives me a reassuring smile.
"Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together," she says.
"Thank you," I whisper as she heads towards the door.
Once she’s gone, I collapse onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
The weight of everything presses down on me—my duty, my love for Lucy, the secrets we must keep.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
A sudden noise jolts me upright.
Someone is pounding on the door again.
My heart races as I rush to open it.
It’s one of the palace messengers, out of breath and looking frantic.
"Miss Everhart," he gasps. "You’re needed in the throne room immediately."
Panic surges through me as I nod and follow him down the hall.
I take a deep breath and push them open, the heavy wood creaking as I enter.
The room is vast, with high ceilings adorned with intricate frescoes depicting the kingdom's history.
Tall windows let in streams of sunlight that dance across the polished marble floor.
King Zack sits on his ornate throne, his stern gaze fixed on me.
Beside him stands Lucy, her eyes wide with a mix of worry and relief.
"Rose Everhart," King Zack's voice booms, filling the room.
I step forward, my knees trembling slightly.
"Your Majesty," I say, bowing deeply.
He regards me for a moment, then his expression softens.
"Don't worry, child," he says gently. "I'm not reprimanding you."
A wave of relief washes over me, but I remain cautious.
"I just wanted to inform you that you've received a raise in gold."
My eyes widen in surprise.
"A raise?" I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes," King Zack confirms with a nod. "Your dedication and service have not gone unnoticed."
I bow again, trying to keep my composure.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I am honored."
As I straighten up, my eyes meet Lucy's.
Her gaze is filled with unspoken questions and a hint of relief.
The weight of our secret night hangs heavy between us.
"You may go now," King Zack says, dismissing me with a wave of his hand.
I bow once more and turn to leave, feeling Lucy's lingering gaze on my back.
The tension in the room is palpable as I walk towards the doors.
As soon as I'm outside, I let out a shaky breath.
The corridor feels cooler, the air easier to breathe.
But my mind is still a whirlwind of emotions and unresolved conflicts.
I sense someone approaching and turn to see Lucy hurrying after me.
"Rose," she calls softly.
I stop and wait for her to catch up, my heart pounding anew.
"Lucy," I say, my voice strained.
She looks around to make sure we're alone before speaking.
"I'm so relieved it wasn't anything serious," she whispers. "But... we need to talk."
I nod, feeling the weight of her words.
"I know. But not here."
She glances around again and nods in agreement.
"Meet me in the garden tonight," she says quietly. "We can talk there."
"Alright," I reply, my voice barely audible.
She gives me a small, sad smile before turning back towards the throne room.
I watch her go, feeling the ache in my chest intensify.
As I make my way back to my quarters, I can't shake the feeling of Lucy's eyes on me.
The memory of last night is still fresh in my mind—our whispered confessions, our stolen kisses.
It feels like a dream and a nightmare all at once.
Back in my room, I collapse onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
The weight of everything presses down on me—my duty as a guard, my forbidden love for Lucy, the secrets we must keep hidden.
Tonight in the garden will be our chance to figure things out.
But until then, all I can do is wait and hope that we can find a way through this tangled web we've woven.
A knock on the door startles me from my thoughts.
I sit up quickly as Mable enters with another tray of tea and biscuits.
"Are you alright?" she asks, setting the tray down and looking at me with concern.
I force a smile and nod. "Yes, just... tired."
She studies me for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright. Just remember I'm here if you need anything."
"Thank you," I say softly as she leaves.
Alone again, I lie back down and close my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts.
