All Chapters of The Secret Of My Royal Prince: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Dawn had barely broken when Evercrest Castle appeared beyond the hills, suspended between earth and sky, like something borrowed from a dream.For a moment, Jeremy Rowan Mercer wondered if he had taken a wrong turn and wandered into a fairy tale. He had spent his entire life listening to stories about Evercrest Castle. None of them had prepared him for the way it seemed to rise from the morning mist like a dream too beautiful to belong to the ordinary world.It rose from the hills like something painted into the horizon rather than built by human hands. Tower after tower pierced the pale morning sky, their silver spires catching sunlight that had only just begun to spill across the kingdom. White stone walls stretched along the cliffs overlooking the capital, gleaming as though they had been carved from ivory.Jeremy slowed his horse. Not because the animal was tired. But because he couldn't quite believe he was seeing it.His father had spoken of Evercrest Castle all his life. During

The days that followed passed in a blur of polished silver, endless corridors, and names Jeremy struggled to remember.Evercrest Castle never seemed to sleep.Before dawn, servants were already moving through the halls with baskets of fresh linens and trays of breakfast. By nightfall, musicians filled banquet rooms with melodies while nobles dawdled beneath crystal chandeliers, discussing politics and alliances.For Jeremy, every day brought another lesson, which corridors belonged to servants, which staircases were reserved for nobility, which members of the court expected conversation, which expected silence.By the end of his first week, he still felt hopelessly out of place. But the feeling no longer frightened him as much as it had on his first day. Perhaps because the castle itself had begun revealing pieces of its character.He discovered a courtyard where roses climbed ancient stone walls, a quiet library wing rarely visited by anyone except scholars, a balcony overlooking the

The first person Jeremy befriended at Evercrest Castle was a stable boy named Oliver Finch."You're holding that broom incorrectly."Jeremy paused mid-sweep. Slowly, he looked up.The boy standing before him appeared roughly his age. Freckles dusted his face, his sandy hair looked permanently untidy, and there was enough confidence in his posture to suggest he had never doubted himself for a single day.Jeremy glanced at the broom. Then back at him. "There is a correct way to hold a broom?""There absolutely is." Oliver nodded gravely.Jeremy burst out laughing. A moment later, Oliver joined him. And that was the beginning.Over the following days, Jeremy met more people throughout the castle. There was Lara, who remained the undisputed queen of gossip. Martha, the elderly head cook whose intimidating stare concealed a surprisingly kind heart. Edwin Pike, a young footman obsessed with tales of knights and battles. And Beatrice Holloway, one of the castle scribes whose patience seemed

Night fell. The castle quieted. Lanterns illuminated corridors while moonlight spilled through tall windows.Jeremy had just finished helping Martha transport supplies to the kitchens when hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway.A royal messenger appeared. Pale. Breathless. Anxious.The man's gaze swept across the corridor. Searching. When he spotted the prince approaching from the opposite direction, relief flooded his features."Your Highness."Something in the messenger's voice made Jeremy freeze. Kelvin immediately noticed it too.He stopped. "What happened?"The messenger struggled to catch his breath.Around them, conversations died. Servants fell silent. The entire corridor seemed to hold its breath.Finally, the messenger lowered his eyes. "The king is asking for you."A terrible feeling settled in Jeremy's stomach.Kelvin's expression changed instantly. "What happened?"The messenger swallowed. Then spoke the words everyone had been dreading. "He says there isn't much t

The kingdom of Aragon glittered with the autumn sunlight. Golden fields stretched beyond the palace roads while banners bearing noble crests fluttered proudly in the wind.The royal procession wound through the countryside in dazzling splendour – mounted knights, noble families, decorated carriages, and royal guards moving together towards the highlands where the annual Crown Hunt would take place.To the people lining the roads, it looked magnificent. To Kelvin, it felt exhausting. Another public appearance. Another day spent around watchful eyes. Another performance.The prince sat tall upon his black stallion as nobles rode beside him exchanging political conversation disguised as courtesy.King Alistair's illness had changed everything. Now every smile carried calculation. Every alliance mattered more. Every noble house watched the throne carefully. Kelvin had begun noticing it everywhere. Especially among House Ravaryn.Lord Cedric Ravaryn rode several paces ahead, speaking polit