Royally Rearranged (Sweet Royal RomCom, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

I’m not sure what has her so riled up about Claudius. My best guess? The handsome face accompanying all this type A behavior.

“Still think Claudius is a robot?” I ask. “I think he’s a sorcerer,” she mutters.

It’s easy to imagine him ruling responsibly over Elsinore, but he lacks all the warmth and personality that his parents and siblings have. He’ll be respected, but I wonder if he’ll be liked.

The lessons on being a proper princess, on presenting the perfect image, may have struck too deep. I’ve caged myself, more than the rules and stipulations ever have. Even in private, even amongst those I trust.

A man who has been so cowardly as to love someone from a distance and never tell her.

Too bad they don’t make some kind of ergonomic donut pillow to cradle your heart.

The only problem—or one of several I’m currently facing—is that I’m more excited about the prospect of kissing Rafe than winning Callum. And now that I’ve started thinking about it, I can’t seem to stop.

If she's not honest, she'll end up with something- someone she doesn't want.

disappear like I’m his shadow, not a singular person on my own standing beside him.

sometimes you have to put yourself first before you can serve others well.

“I’d forgotten,” I say. “That was you—the boy in the hallway.” “I never forgot you.” “But we hardly spoke!” “You said enough that I could see who you were. Even then. That’s the day I started making my list.”