Here is the full romantic story "Forbidden by the Crown" arranged neatly in standard novel format, without any side notes. The image you provided will serve as the cover.---FORBIDDEN BY THE CROWNBy Chikamso Abasili------Chapter One: The Garden of SecretsBeneath the canopy of blooming cherry trees, Princess Evelyne moved with a grace that disguised the weight of royal duty resting on her shoulders. Her emerald gown shimmered in the early morning sun, contrasting sharply with the golden filigree in her crown. Though her every step was watched by palace guards, she found temporary solitude in the royal gardens—a haven from the suffocating rules of court life."Your Highness," a voice called gently.Evelyne turned. Sir Cedric, her personal royal guard, stood a few paces behind. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his jaw defined, his eyes a piercing shade of gray that mirrored the storm clouds often seen above the palace cliffs."You followed me again," Evelyne murmured with a small smile.He didn’t smile back. "It’s my duty.""Duty," she echoed, almost bitterly. "Everything is duty. Is there no room for desire?"Cedric’s silence said everything she already knew. A princess and a royal guard could never be more than what duty allowed. Still, Evelyne lingered close, the scent of jasmine thick in the air between them.---Chapter Two: Beneath the MoonlightThat night, the palace hosted a ball in honor of the visiting Duke of Harsden—a man twice Evelyne's age and rumored to be her future husband. She danced with him politely, her smile a painted mask, her heart elsewhere.Later, slipping away from the festivities, she escaped to the palace's southern tower. There she found Cedric already waiting, as if he had known she would come."You shouldn't be here," he said, voice low."And yet, you are."A moment of silence stretched, trembling with unspoken longing. Finally, Evelyne stepped into his space. "Tell me, Cedric… if I were not a princess, what would I be to you?"He looked away, his jaw tight. "Mine."His answer sent a tremor through her chest.And then—against all royal law, against everything they had sworn to uphold—she kissed him.---Chapter Three: Whispers in the HallFor weeks, they met in shadows. In the quiet corners of the stables. Behind curtains in the library. On moonlit balconies when the castle slept.They talked of books, dreams, and what it would mean to be free. Evelyne confessed her desire to escape the life planned for her—a life filled with treaties, arranged marriages, and birthing heirs for alliances.Cedric, an orphan raised by palace soldiers, had long resigned himself to loyalty above all. But Evelyne awakened something dangerous in him: the desire to choose his own fate.They were careful, but not careful enough.Rumors swirled. A maid caught Evelyne sneaking from the west wing. A servant spotted Cedric lingering too long outside the princess’s chambers.And soon, the Queen summoned her daughter.---Chapter Four: Judgment and Chains"You will end this," Queen Adelaide said coldly, her eyes sharp as steel. "You are a daughter of Alveria. He is a sword you carry, not a hand you hold.""I love him," Evelyne said defiantly.The Queen’s face darkened. "Then you have doomed him."That night, Cedric was arrested.Evelyne screamed, fought, and begged, but Cedric was thrown in the dungeons beneath the palace. She wasn’t allowed to see him. Her crown became a cage. Her throne, a punishment.The Duke of Harsden proposed marriage immediately. The Queen accepted.---Chapter Five: The Price of FreedomEvelyne had one chance—and she took it.On the eve of her wedding, she slipped from the palace disguised as a maid. With the help of her childhood friend Ansel, now a stable master, she stole the dungeon keys and freed Cedric.They rode hard, into the night, through the forest where the crown’s eyes could not follow.By dawn, they reached the border of Alveria, beyond the reach of royal law.---Chapter Six: Exile and BloomThey lived in the mountains of Lysoria, in a small stone cottage near the sea. Cedric became a fisherman. Evelyne, now just “Eva,” taught village children to read.They were poor, but free.Years passed. The world changed. Alveria crowned a new queen—Evelyne's younger sister. The Queen, in secret, sent a letter:“You have paid dearly for your love. Return if you wish. The crown no longer forbids it.”But Evelyne never went back.She had already claimed her kingdom—in Cedric's arms, in the quiet of their cottage, in the soft laughter of the child they had together.---Epilogue: Legends Never DieIn time, their story became legend. The princess who defied the crown. The guard who broke his oath for love. They were remembered not for the titles they left behind, but for the love they chose instead.And in the land of Alveria, the cherry blossoms still bloom every spring—just as they had when Evelyne first dared

thRoommate by AccidentRain pattered softly against the windowpane, a quiet symphony to the chaos that was Emily Carter’s first week in New York City. She stood in the middle of her new apartment, cardboard boxes half-unpacked, the hum of city life outside vibrating through the walls. It wasn’t much—tiny, a little drafty—but it was hers. Or at least she thought it was.The mix-up started with a typo. The landlord had emailed the lease to the wrong “E. Carter,” and the system had mistakenly double-booked the apartment. Emily only found out when she opened her front door one evening to find a stranger—bags in hand, eyes just as wide as hers—staring back at her.“I think you’re in my apartment,” he said, adjusting the strap of his duffel bag.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Emily muttered, brushing a lock of auburn hair from her face. “This is 3C, right?”“Yes,” he said. “Eric Carter. I just signed the lease two days ago.”Emily blinked. “Emily Carter. I signed mine three days ago.”They both stared at each other in disbelief. Then, almost at the same time, they burst into awkward laughter.After a tense call with the landlord—who apologized profusely and promised to “sort it out by Monday”—they found themselves in a strange limbo. For now, they were stuck together. Strangers. Roommates by accident.The first few days were awkward. Emily was a planner, neat and precise, with color-coded to-do lists and a habit of labeling her food. Eric was chaos in motion—he cooked late at night, sang in the shower, and had a talent for leaving socks in the most unexpected places.But something about his carefree spirit chipped away at her rigid walls. She caught herself smiling when he danced with a spatula while making grilled cheese or when he left little doodles on the grocery list. He, in turn, found her steady calm comforting. She brewed the best coffee he’d ever tasted and hummed when she worked, a soft melody that filled the apartment with warmth.One night, after a thunderstorm knocked out the power, they lit candles and shared stories over cheap wine and leftover pizza. The apartment seemed softer in that golden light, like a space carved out just for them.“I never meant to end up here,” Emily said, her voice low.“Me neither,” Eric replied. “But I’m kind of glad I did.”She looked at him, the flickering light casting shadows on his face. There was something in his eyes—a quiet sincerity that made her chest tighten.The next morning, she found a note by the coffee maker in his messy scrawl: Breakfast? Just us this time.Over time, the line between accidental and intentional blurred. The spare blanket on the couch became their shared movie night fort. Her lavender shampoo found a permanent spot in his shower caddy. His favorite hoodie ended up on her, more often than on him.Weeks turned to months. The landlord offered solutions—a new apartment, even a refund—but neither of them followed up. They had made a home in the in-between.One snowy evening, while they decorated a lopsided Christmas tree, Eric paused mid-tinsel.“I’ve been thinking,” he said, eyes meeting hers. “About accidents. Maybe… not all of them are bad.”Emily smiled. “Some of them are the best things that ever happened.”And as the city snowed around them, as the tree glowed and the world outside blurred, two people who had once been strangers found themselves exactly where they were meant to be—not by plan, but by perfect accident.