by Casey, Ember
Royal Disaster: The Complete Series
Renna Peak
Ember Casey
Casey Peak Publishing
This book is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, locations or incidents are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2018 by Ember Casey and Renna Peak
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
First Edition: December, 2018
Contents
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Royal Disaster
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1. Sophia
2. Pax
3. Sophia
4. Pax
5. Sophia
6. Pax
7. Sophia
8. Pax
9. Sophia
10. Pax
11. Sophia
12. Pax
13. Sophia
14. Pax
15. Sophia
16. Pax
17. Sophia
18. Pax
19. Sophia
20. Pax
21. Sophia
22. Pax
23. Sophia
24. Pax
25. Sophia
26. Pax
27. Sophia
28. Pax
29. Sophia
30. Pax
31. Sophia
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1. Pax
2. Sophia
3. Pax
4. Sophia
5. Pax
6. Sophia
7. Pax
8. Sophia
9. Pax
10. Sophia
11. Pax
12. Sophia
13. Pax
14. Sophia
15. Pax
16. Sophia
17. Pax
18. Sophia
19. Pax
20. Sophia
21. Pax
22. Sophia
23. Pax
24. Sophia
25. Pax
26. Sophia
27. Pax
28. Sophia
29. Pax
Royal Disaster 3
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1. Sophia
2. Pax
3. Sophia
4. Pax
5. Sophia
6. Pax
7. Sophia
8. Pax
9. Sophia
10. Pax
11. Sophia
12. Pax
13. Sophia
14. Pax
15. Sophia
16. Pax
17. Sophia
18. Pax
19. Sophia
20. Pax
21. Sophia
22. Pax
23. Sophia
24. Pax
25. Sophia
26. Pax
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1. Sophia
2. Pax
3. Sophia
4. Pax
5. Sophia
6. Pax
7. Sophia
8. Pax
9. Sophia
10. Pax
11. Sophia
12. Pax
13. Sophia
14. Pax
15. Sophia
16. Pax
17. Sophia
18. Pax
19. Sophia
20. Pax
21. Sophia
22. Pax
23. Sophia
24. Pax
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1. Sophia
2. Pax
3. Sophia
4. Pax
5. Sophia
6. Pax
7. Sophia
8. Pax
9. Sophia
10. Pax
11. Sophia
12. Pax
13. Sophia
14. Pax
15. Sophia
16. Pax
17. Sophia
18. Pax
19. Sophia
20. Pax
21. Sophia
22. Pax
23. Sophia
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1. Pax
2. Sophia
3. Pax
4. Sophia
5. Pax
6. Sophia
7. Pax
8. Sophia
9. Pax
10. Sophia
11. Pax
12. Sophia
13. Pax
14. Sophia
15. Pax
16. Sophia
17. Pax
18. Sophia
19. Pax
20. Sophia
21. Pax
22. Sophia
23. Pax
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This book is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, locations or incidents are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental.
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Sophia
I suppose it’s nothing new, but my brother is being ridiculous.
His Royal Highness, Prince Andrew, heir to the throne of Montovia and major pain in my ass, is back to his stuffy ways after his wedding. Apparently, he went back to his old self right after he and his new wife returned from the honeymoon. He’s always taken his role as the heir very seriously, but this is something altogether different from what I’ve seen of him in the past.
It’s like I’m watching something from a horror movie—the part right before the man goes insane and begins chopping at people with a machete. Not that I think my brother will actually murder anyone, but the rage in his eyes is obvious.
There’s more than a little discomfort in my stomach at understanding that this time his rage seems very much directed at his new wife. But I have to admire the resilience of my new sister, Victoria. She’s glaring at my brother as much as he’s glaring at her. I just hate be
ing in the middle of this argument. Andrew and Victoria have had a tough time of it, and nothing about their relationship has been easy. But this…this seems to be taking things to a whole new level.
Victoria lifts her chin in defiance. “You’re not talking me out of it.”
“You are not going back to work. You are a princess now. You have duties here—”
“And what duties are those? Standing by your side while you do your duties? That’s hardly work, Andrew.” She glances over at me before looking back up at her husband. “I don’t think—”
“You are now a representative of the country of Montovia. I’ll not have you working for that rag—”
“You do not get to dictate my life, Your Highness. I’ll do whatever it is you need me to do for your charities. I’ll still volunteer at the school. I won’t even—”
“You have duties.” His gaze darts to mine. “Tell her, Sophia.”
I’m sure my eldest brother means well, but surely he knows that the duties of his four younger siblings don’t entail much. After all, ours is one of the smallest countries in central Europe. It isn’t as though we who aren’t the heirs have much in the way of foreign diplomacy to attend to.
“Oh yes, you’ll have duties, Victoria.” I nod, trying to feign excitement. “My most exciting duty last year was cutting the ribbon at a shopping mall opening. Oh, wait. No, that wasn’t it. It was definitely choosing the prizewinning flower bouquet at the Salt Festival—”
“You have duties other than those, Sophia. And representing our family is an honor.”
“It is.” I nod at him, trying to give him my most hopeful smile. I’m not sure how I came to be roped into this conversation, anyway. “Of course it’s an honor.”
“There, you see?” He cocks his head at his new wife. “It’s an honor—”
“I never said it wasn’t an honor, Andrew. I—”
“Then how can you go back to work at a tabloid, Victoria? How could you betray our family?”
“I’m not going to betray anyone, Andrew.” She almost growls the words. “How many times do I have to say that I’m not going to write any stories about this family? I’ve already told Celebrity Spark that the royal family is off limits—I’m only writing for their music special. I swear to God. What else do I need to do to convince you?”
“Princesses don’t work. How many times do I need to tell you?”
She groans and lifts her gaze skyward. “I can’t believe you’re being this hard-headed about it. It’s one special. One. I’ll be gone a week, if that.” She drops her gaze back to his. “I’m only going to do an interview with Pax Donovan. And maybe with his bandmates. That’s it. It’s one interview.”
I lift a brow, though neither of them is paying attention to me. I know exactly which band Victoria is talking about. Twisted Throne is one of the most popular rock bands out there—and Pax Donovan is almost royalty himself, at least in the music industry.
“An interview anyone could do.” He pauses, and I swear his glare could bore a hole right through her. “And it is highly inappropriate for a married woman to be alone with some rock star—”
“Then I’ll take Sophia with me.” She turns her gaze to mine. “You want to come?”
I can barely contain my grin. Meeting Pax Donovan? I don’t mind if I do… “I—”
“My sister will not be going anywhere.” He turns to glare at me for a moment. “Will you, Sophia?”
It seems I’m not going to be allowed to get a word out during this argument. “I—”
“And why do you get to decide for her? And why couldn’t she work if she wanted to?” Victoria turns to me again. “I could use an assistant for the week, Sophia.” She turns again to glare at her husband. “A paid assistant.” She slides her gaze back to mine. “What do you say?”
Andrew growls his words. “I say I’ll have the both of you locked in the dungeon—”
I cut him off with a laugh. “And if the dungeons still existed, Brother, that might be an effective threat.” I can’t help but chuckle. “You’re both ridiculous, you know that, right?” I shake my head as I look over at my brother. “But you, Andrew, are the most ridiculous of all. You really believe your wife would have any interest in a rock star like Pax Donovan? I’m much more in the demographic of his fan base, and I know he never takes interviews. If he’s allowed Victoria one, that’s a huge thing for her. It’s a huge thing for both of them.”
Andrew works his jaw several times. If I know my brother, he’s trying to cover for himself when he knows he’s wrong.
Victoria smiles, almost as though she knows she’s won the argument already. “It’s one interview, Andrew. It’s hardly worth fighting over. And Sophia is right…” Victoria glances at me. “He’s never granted an interview to anyone. And I’m honored that Celebrity Spark asked for me to do it.”
He glares at her for a moment, then turns to glare at me for another. He finally lets out a long huff of a breath. “Fine. But this is a one-time only thing. I’ll not have you flitting about the globe, chasing celebrities. And if I so much as suspect that you’re going to make this a full-time—”
“You’ll what?” Her lips turn into a playful grin. “Deport me?”
Color rises in my brother’s cheeks. He once had Victoria deported from Montovia, and he clearly hasn’t completely forgiven himself for it. And rightfully not. My brother can be a regular prick at times, and that was certainly one of those moments.
He works his jaw again. “Fine. I trust you.” He glances over at me. “But you will bring Sophia. And you won’t let her out of your sight.”
I roll my eyes at him. I may be the youngest of the five Montovian royal children, but I’m hardly a child. “I think I can take care of myself, Brother.”
He growls, turning his gaze back to Victoria. “That is my only condition.”
She smiles at him before turning to me with a wink he can’t see. “I think Sophia and I can both agree to that.”
Pax
Sunlight filters in through my bedroom window, warming my face. My head throbs, and I’d do anything for a few more hours of sleep, but fuck me if I’m going to get any more now. Insomnia’s a bitch. You’d think I’d be used to it after thirty-one years, but some things are always shitty, no matter how long you live with them.
I roll over, fumbling for my cell on the shelf above the bed. Beside me, a warm, soft body shifts and murmurs softly in her sleep. I frown, trying to remember her name, but all my memories of last night are lost in the haze left behind by whatever whiskey I was drinking. I don’t even recognize her. She’s not one of our usual groupies, but that’s a good thing—that means she’ll probably be out of my life fairly quickly.
My phone says it’s almost noon. That means I’ve got two hours before the photo shoot Mick set up for us this afternoon. That’s at least time to grab something to eat. And to shower—one sniff of my armpit tells me I need one. Bad.
I stumble out of bed and shuffle toward the bathroom, my phone in hand. Halfway there, it buzzes. Mick’s calling.
“Don’t worry, I’m up,” I tell him as I shove the phone under my ear.
“You sound like a fucking mess,” he says.
“I’m about to fix that. Hopping in the shower right now.”
“Make it a quick one. I need you down here in an hour.”
I stifle a yawn. “What the hell for?”
“I had to reschedule that Celebrity Spark interview. Moved it up to today.”
“I thought you said we didn’t have to do any interviews?” I groan as I turn on the shower.
