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gaslaybish / 2024. Monarch and Maverick

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N O T E

Hey lovely readers,

This story might come across as cliché, soft, or fast-moving to some of you—and that's okay. But remember, that doesn't give you the right to criticize the journey I've created here. If you have feedback or complaints, feel free to drop them in the comments box; just know, I might not care. 

I'm not a professional writer, and this is my very first attempt at weaving a tale that ties to someone with international significance. If I stumble or something doesn't feel right, I truly apologize in advance.

If this story doesn't resonate with you, you're absolutely free to stop reading—no hard feelings! But if you choose to stick around till the very end, I promise you some love, drama, laughter, and heartfelt moments.

Don't forget to leave your thoughts, votes, and love for the chapters as you go along. Let's enjoy this journey together!

Love,
The Author

The camera flickered on, capturing the soft hum of conversation as Charles Leclerc leaned back into the plush couch, his easy grin lighting up the screen. Beside him, Princess Aria Alexandra Elizabeth Diana sat poised yet relaxed, her royal composure softened by the warmth in her gaze. Together, they looked at ease, their chemistry palpable even through the lens.

"Ready?" the producer's voice came from off-screen, breaking the quiet anticipation.

Charles glanced at Aria, his grin widening. "Are you ready for this?" he teased, his Monegasque accent adding a playful lilt to his words.

Aria rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I was born into drama, Charles. You just drive into it."

The room erupted in light laughter, the kind that feels genuine and intimate—the laughter of two people who've faced the world together and come out stronger.

As the series title card dissolved into view, the couple's voices continued, weaving the first threads of their extraordinary story.

"This series is more than just about racing or royal duties," Aria began, her tone reflective. "It's about everything in between. The choices we made, the rules we broke, and the risks we took to be together."

Charles nodded, his expression softening. "People know us as a Formula 1 driver and a princess. But they don't know what it took to make our worlds collide—and what it cost us to stay together."

The screen shifted to black-and-white footage of Aria walking through the corridors of Windsor Castle, her heels echoing against the stone floor. Another clip followed—a younger Charles stepping out of a car at the Monaco Grand Prix, his helmet tucked under his arm, a storm of photographers clamoring around him.

"How did it start?" the interviewer asked from off-camera.

Charles smirked, exchanging a glance with Aria. "Silverstone," he said simply.

Aria's laughter rang out, light and melodic. "He says that like it was so casual. He doesn't mention the crown jewels, the tabloids, or the part where my mother nearly disowned me."

The screen faded into a sweeping view of Monaco's shimmering coastline, the sound of racing engines roaring in the background, before cutting back to the couple on the couch.

"This," Aria said, leaning closer to the camera, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "is the story of a girl born in a palace, a boy born for speed, and everything we had to fight for to make it work."

Charles grinned again, leaning into her shoulder. "Buckle up."