Bound To The Crown I Was Never Meant To Wear

Bound To The Crown I Was Never Meant To Wear

M.KAY

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Princess Aurelia Blackwood has spent her entire life learning how to obey. As the sole heir to a modern royal dynasty, her future has already been written, strategic alliances, a public marriage, and a crown that allows no room for personal desire. Love is a luxury she was never meant to claim. Everything changes the day she meets Dr. Elara Voss, the academy's newest senior lecturer. Calm, brilliant, and devastatingly attractive, Elara represents everything Aurelia should avoid. Their connection is immediate, unsettling, and impossible to ignore. What begins as restrained conversation and stolen glances soon deepens into something far more dangerous, an emotional bond that threatens duty, reputation, and the crown itself. The age gap, the hierarchy, and the rules of the monarchy stand firmly between them. When their forbidden relationship is exposed, Aurelia is forced to choose between the life she was born to live and the woman she was never meant to love. Because some hearts are not meant to be ruled. Some crowns are meant to be rewritten. And some love stories are worth breaking tradition for.

Bound To The Crown I Was Never Meant To Wear Chapter 1 The princess returns to the academy

The car slowed as iron gates rose silently from the ground, black metal etched with a crest Aurelia Blackwood had known her entire life. The Royal Sovereign Academy loomed beyond them, immaculate stone, towering windows, manicured lawns trimmed with almost cruel precision. It looked unchanged.

She wasn't.

Aurelia straightened in her seat as the vehicle passed through, smoothing nonexistent creases from her tailored coat. Cameras flashed somewhere beyond the hedges, though she didn't turn her head. She never did. From the time she'd learned to walk, she'd been trained not to react, to noise, to scrutiny, to expectation. A princess did not flinch. A future queen did not hesitate.

But today, something tight and unfamiliar settled in her chest.

Final year, she reminded herself. One last year at the academy before the rest of her life became unavoidable. The crown. The council. The carefully curated future waiting like a gilded cage.

The car came to a stop in front of the main building. A uniformed attendant opened the door, bowing deeply.

"Welcome back, Your Highness."

Aurelia offered a practiced nod and stepped out into the crisp morning air. The academy courtyard buzzed with quiet activity, students arriving, staff moving with purpose, the hum of a world that continued whether she wished it to or not. Conversations dipped as she passed. Heads inclined. Eyes followed.

She felt none of it. She rarely did.

Inside, marble floors reflected sunlight in sharp lines. The academy smelled faintly of polished wood and old books-comforting, familiar. This place had shaped her as much as the palace had, perhaps more. Here, she was not just a symbol. She was a student. An adult heir among other adult heirs, nobles, and future leaders.

At least, that was the illusion.

"Your schedule, Highness," her aide murmured, handing her a slim tablet. "There have been some... additions."

Aurelia glanced down as she walked, skimming through the neatly arranged timetable. Political Ethics. Advanced Governance. International Strategy.

Then she saw it.

Contemporary Political Philosophy, Dr. Elara Voss.

Her steps faltered, just slightly. Enough that the aide noticed.

"A new lecturer," he added quickly. "Highly recommended. Joined the faculty this term."

Aurelia nodded, locking the name into memory without knowing why. New lecturers came and went. Brilliant minds passed through these halls regularly. There was no reason for this one to matter.

Still, the name lingered.

She dismissed her aide at the entrance to her private residence wing and climbed the stairs alone. Her suite awaited, unchanged, pristine, impersonal. Large windows overlooked the east gardens. Neutral colors. No photographs. No personal clutter. The room of someone whose life was not her own.

Aurelia placed her bag down slowly and crossed to the window. Beyond the hedges, the academy stretched outward, orderly and controlled. Everything in its place.

She exhaled.

Later that morning, the lecture hall filled gradually, a low murmur of voices echoing against stone walls. Aurelia took her seat in the second row, as she always did, visible but not conspicuous. She opened her notebook, pen aligned perfectly with the edge of the desk.

When the door opened, the room shifted.

It wasn't loud. It wasn't dramatic. It was something subtler, like the air itself adjusting.

Aurelia looked up.

The woman who entered didn't rush. She moved with calm assurance, each step measured, purposeful. She was tall, composed, dressed in a charcoal blazer over a simple blouse, dark hair pulled back neatly. Glasses framed sharp, intelligent eyes.

Dr. Elara Voss.

For a moment, only a moment, their eyes met.

Aurelia felt it then. A sudden, disorienting pull, as though something inside her had been tilted off its careful axis. Not attraction, she told herself immediately. Curiosity. Interest. Nothing more.

The lecturer's gaze passed over her without pause, professional, unreadable. Elara turned to set her materials on the podium, entirely composed.

"Good morning," she said, voice calm, clear, carrying easily across the hall. "I'm Dr. Voss. I'll be leading Contemporary Political Philosophy this term."

Her accent was subtle. Refined. Her tone held authority without effort.

As she spoke, Aurelia found herself listening more intently than she ever had before, not just to the content, but to the cadence of Elara's voice, the precision of her words. She spoke of power, of governance, of morality not as abstract ideals, but as lived realities.

"Power," Elara said, pacing slowly, "is rarely about force. It's about permission. Who grants it. Who withdraws it. And who never had the choice."

Aurelia's pen stilled.

Something about the words felt uncomfortably close.

The lecture continued, rich and layered, challenging in a way that stirred something long dormant in Aurelia's mind. Questions followed-sharp, probing and Elara answered each without hesitation, encouraging debate, never condescending.

When Aurelia finally spoke, it surprised even herself.

"Is it possible," she asked evenly, "for someone born into power to ever truly choose freedom?"

A few students glanced at her. Elara turned slowly.

For the first time, her gaze settled fully on Aurelia. Not as a title. Not as a symbol. As a person.

The silence stretched.

"That," Elara said carefully, "depends on whether they are willing to accept the cost of that choice."

Their eyes held.

Aurelia felt something shift again, deeper this time.

The lecture ended shortly after. Students filed out, conversations buzzing with renewed energy. Aurelia remained seated, heart beating just a little too fast.

She told herself it was nothing. A good lecturer. An engaging class.

Nothing more.

As she gathered her things, Elara's voice stopped her.

"Your Highness."

Aurelia turned.

Elara stood beside the podium, expression neutral, posture professional. "If you have time," she said, "I'd like to discuss your question further. Academically."

Of course, Aurelia thought. Of course that's why.

"Yes," she replied smoothly. "I do."

As she approached, she ignored the quiet warning stirring in her chest, the sense that this moment, this meeting, was the beginning of something that would not be easily undone.

Some lives changed with grand gestures.

Others changed with a look held one second too long.

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“Princess Aurelia Blackwood has spent her entire life learning how to obey. As the sole heir to a modern royal dynasty, her future has already been written, strategic alliances, a public marriage, and a crown that allows no room for personal desire. Love is a luxury she was never meant to claim. Everything changes the day she meets Dr. Elara Voss, the academy's newest senior lecturer. Calm, brilliant, and devastatingly attractive, Elara represents everything Aurelia should avoid. Their connection is immediate, unsettling, and impossible to ignore. What begins as restrained conversation and stolen glances soon deepens into something far more dangerous, an emotional bond that threatens duty, reputation, and the crown itself. The age gap, the hierarchy, and the rules of the monarchy stand firmly between them. When their forbidden relationship is exposed, Aurelia is forced to choose between the life she was born to live and the woman she was never meant to love. Because some hearts are not meant to be ruled. Some crowns are meant to be rewritten. And some love stories are worth breaking tradition for.”
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Chapter 1 The princess returns to the academy

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Chapter 2 A lecturer with unreadable eyes

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Chapter 3 The room feels smaller

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Chapter 4 Rules written before desire

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Chapter 5 A question asked too softly

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Chapter 6 Watching her from the back row

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Chapter 7 The first night i lost control

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Chapter 8 Pleasure without permission

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Chapter 9 His hands, my silence

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Chapter 10 Public smiles, private chains

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Chapter 11 When desire becomes routine

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Chapter 12 The First Crack in Him

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Chapter 13 I Realize I'm Trapped

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Chapter 14 The Kiss That Changed Nothing

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Chapter 15 The Man Who Own My Time

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Chapter 16 Wanting What I Shouldn't

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Chapter 17 The Way She Sleep

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Chapter 18 Jealousy Wears a Suit

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Chapter 19 His Touch Starts to Hurt

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