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The Final Countdown - Five Days Until The Royal Wedding

Does Love Conquer All?

Has King Julius Had A Change Of Heart?

Last Minute Fling? Prince Julius Spotted Sneaking Out Without His Fiancée

Prince Julius and Charlotte Wilson Step Out Together On The Eve of Their Royal Wedding

Relentless. The press has been absolutely relentless for the past six weeks. Spreading lies. Insulting my bride to be. Doing anything and everything they can for a story.

None of that seems to matter now.

The route to St. Paul’s Cathedral is lined with thousands of Herefirth’s people hoping to catch the first glimpse of soon-to-be Princess Charlotte as she arrives for our wedding.

The past few weeks have been nothing short of chaotic and enlightening in so many ways. The press has been relentless. Certain members of my own family have been hell on wheels, doing anything and everything they can to try and destroy which is still a very new relationship between me and Charlie. And yet, we made it.

The Cathedral in all of its 1800's glory is packed with our friends and family as well as nearly all of Herefirth’s elite, except for my grandfather.

“Getting nervous?” Ozzy claps me on the back.

“Not at all, actually.”

“You love her, don’t you?” he asks but it sounds a lot more like an observation.

“Yeah. Yeah I do. More than I ever thought possible.”

Ozzy smirks. “I knew that was inevitable.”

“Kind of hard not to fall in love with a woman like her,” I admit.

He nods.

“What’s up with you and a certain lady, huh?” I elbow Ozzy in the side. “I saw the way you were looking at her as you escorted her to her seat. Something you want to tell me, Ozzy?”

“Nothing to tell, Sir.” He quickly schools his features and glances back to me.

“You dirty dog. Are you lying to me?”

He’s lying and I know it. Oscar is hooking up with Agnes.

“I would never lie to you, Your Royal Highness.”

“Ah, so nothing has happened?”

“Yet,” he cracks a small smile.

“But you want it to?”

“With all due respect, kindly mind your own damn business,” he chuckles. “What I do with my time off isn't your concern.”

“It is if you hurt her, Oscar. I know people,” I whisper in what I hope is an intimidating voice.

“Nice try,” he snarks back. “We know the same people.”

“For what it’s worth, she likes you, too.”

“Bullocks. I told you, there is nothing going on.”

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