Her Runaway Prince

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Blurb:

A marriage and pregnancy, interracial, royal romance book. Prince Petro’s mother is giving him one final warning. He better settle down and marry… or else! So he decides to escape his kingdom and live his own life.

And he finds himself in the refuge of a bed and breakfast, and into the arms of the captivating owner, Amanda! But Pedro can’t stay away from his kingdom forever and soon he will need to tell Amanda the truth.

But will Amanda fully come to terms with the fact that she’s dating a literal Prince? Or will it drive a wedge between them, risking the love—and the baby—they’ve created? Find out in this BWWM royal pregnancy romance story by Charlene Dixon.

Chapter 1

The queen paced back and forth nervously. This was the third scandal this month. She knew that everybody acted out from time to time, but this was too much.

Petro wasn’t just anybody, he was aa prince. He was the future of both their family and their country. Yet at age 30, he was still unmarried, constantly partying and always found a way to create some sort of scandal that dragged the Johansen name through the mud. Insufferable child. How would their people have ever take him seriously as a ruler if he couldn’t even take himself seriously as a person?

Just that morning the Queen, Mia Johansen, had gotten word of Petro’s latest incident. He’d decided it would be a wise idea to dress himself up as a Holy Cardinal and pay random citizens to sing him gospel songs. Humorous behavior for a typical person, perhaps, but he was royalty. The media had had a field day with it. And the Mia was beyond furious.

This was the last straw, she thought as she seethed with anger.

She walked around his room, looking at all of his pristine trinkets. She couldn’t even sit down. The anger boiling through her had consumed all of her emotions. That day had indeed been the last straw, and no matter how much it was going to hurt her to do it, she knew she had to put a stop to her son’s antics once and for all.

She’d had these conversations with him for most of his adult life. Every single time she did though, it was all for nought. He would simply brush her off and, within a short amount of time, he’d be right back to wreaking havoc and causing her all manner of stress. She’d had enough. She’d decided that her duty to her people as Queen was more important than coddling her son. The wellbeing and future of her country had to be put before him this time.

So she waited in his room and mentally prepared herself for what was to come. She knew this was going to be painful and difficult, she knew that this was not going to end well, but she also knew that there was no other way. She had to put an end to it. So she waited. And as she waited, her nerves continued to worsen. The pit in her stomach grew until it felt as if it was consuming her insides in a massive ball of fire.

Finally he arrived. He stumbled into his room in a drunken haze to find his mother standing there, fury burning in her eyes.

“Mother! You seem to be lost, your room is that way,” he laughed as he pointed towards her room at the end of the hall.

“Be quiet, Petro. We need to talk. Sit down,” his mother replied, finally sitting down on his bed. She hadn’t realized just how badly her legs were hurting from the constant standing until she sat down.

“Oh come now Mother, we can talk tomorrow. I need some rest and relaxation.” He hiccuped.

“All you bloody do is ‘relaxation’, Petro. You have no responsibility nor any urge to even think of taking on any kind of responsibility.”

“Why would I want any responsibility when you’re still the main lady around here, mum?” he laughed again.

“Enough, child.”

“Whoa, I’m a grown man. I’m not a child.”

“Well, you’re certainly acting like a bloody child. So, in my eyes, that is exactly what you are.”

“I’m not acting any sort of way. I’m being myself and having fun.” Petro sobered himself up enough to answer his mother’s challenge.

“Having fun? You seem to forget that you’re a goddamn prince. That you’ll someday be a king. A king can’t act this way, Petro. When was the last time you actually made some effort to prepare yourself for your future?”

“Oh screw the future, mom. I just want to live in the here and now. I’m enjoying myself.”

“And that mentality right there is your biggest problem, Petro. A king always has to be prepared for whatever future there may be. We’re not ordinary people. Our choices have consequences that affect not only us, but the hundreds of thousands of people we lead.”

She put her hand on his shoulder and stared him dead in the eyes. She was sympathetic to how he felt. She knew how terrible all this responsibility felt and the crushing weight of his future constantly looming in the distance. However, she had to do what was best for her country.

“And I never asked for any of this. I never asked to be king. I never asked to be a prince. I never asked for people to look up to me. I never asked to be unable to ever make a mistake again,” he half shouted at his mother. Petro stood up and suddenly he was the one pacing. His mother just sighed and looked at him.

“You have to make a change, my boy. I’m not going to live forever. You have no siblings and your father, God rest his kind soul, is no longer with us. The duty to our people falls only to you. Yet, you’re a thirty-year-old acting like a teenager. You have no wife, no children. The public doesn’t take you seriously and you don’t even take yourself seriously. You need to make a change, Petro. It can’t go on like this.”

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His mother got a sudden look of immense sadness on her face, but Petro was too consumed by anger to care.

“So what? I’m just supposed to be someone I’m not? I’m just supposed to suddenly change? Spend my life living in misery all because of some stupid title I was born into? When the day comes, I’ll do what I have to. Until then, I’ll enjoy myself,” he stated calmly, crossing his arms as he stared down his mother.

“I was afraid you would be too juvenile to see it properly, Petro. I’m so sorry about this but my people must come first.” She sighed as she stood up to face him. Tears rolled down her cheek, but otherwise she looked calm.

“You have one month to shape up. You have one month to start acting like a prince, take responsibility, find a wife and change your act. If you refuse to do so, then I will use my power as the Queen of Skatchvana to strip you of your title as prince, your money from the royal family savings, your inheritance. You will be considered nothing more than an ordinary citizen in this great country. Is that understood?”

Petro was dumbfounded. He felt almost completely sober, yet the world around him was spinning faster than ever before.

“You’re just going to write me off? You’re just going to throw me away if I don’t become who you want me to be? What kind of mother are you?” Petro asked tears overflowing, and anger in his voice.

“A damned good mother, but a mother who has a duty to her country. Please don’t let it come to this, my son. I love you, but you know that I don’t make idle threats.” With that she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Petro stood in shock. He was still struggling to believe the events that had just transpired.

His mother had gotten upset with him before, but never before had she been this terrifying. He felt as if the world was about to swallow him whole. In fact, he wished it did.