Knocked Up by the Cursed Prince: Sexy Stories from Steamydale

Evie - Breaking the Rules

When I look up, I'm... definitely not in the Gardens anymore. Or at least not any part I recognize. I'm in some sort of garden, which is right outside of--

"Oh my God," I say, staring up at the huge estate looming nearby.

The Castle mansion. This is it. It must be. There's no possible way I could've ever gotten out of the Infinity Gardens without looking at the app, and the only building in the Gardens is the mansion, so...

It looks, um, new, though? Maybe not new, but not old, either. It looks like it's been maintained. Somehow. Or it looks like it hasn't aged a day since it was built, which must've been hundreds of years ago.

The garden is well-kept, too. The Infinity Gardens are always cared for, somehow. I don't know how, and whenever anyone asks the question's always brushed off as if it's nonsense. Well, a gardener maintains the Gardens, of course. Who's the gardener? Who would ever want to know who the gardener is? Rubbish.

Tsk tsk, adult head shaking, all of that.

I mean, I'm an adult now, too. Eighteen, attending college, fully able to live on my own if I wanted. Not that I'd feel good about leaving my dad behind, so I stay to help him out, but...

The point stands! I don't know why everyone acts so secretive all the time. Frankly, it's weird. It's absolutely, incredibly, without a doubt--

...weird...

Except, hold up, is that what I think it is?

Roses. An entire massive bush of them. Sitting in the center of the garden I just wandered into on accident. I don't know where the white stag went, and right now I couldn't care less.

Infinity roses!

One. That's all I need. Maybe two just in case, but I need to be quick. If the gardener sees me, if there's even a gardener, and he tells the mayor or the sheriff that I picked one of the flowers, um...

I don't know what'll happen. There isn't a list of punishments to go along with Steamydale's archaic town rules. It's just some looming doom and gloom and mayhem sort of thing. The literal equivalent of "or else" or, as I'm preferring to interpret it, "What's the worst that can happen?"

Fortunately for me (or unfortunately), there's a pair of garden shears laying on a wooden bench near the infinity rose bush. I hurry over and pick up the shears, planning on making quick work of a rose or two.

Snip snap, easy, right?

As soon as I step next to the roses, I can't help but stare at them, though. They're all entirely unlike any rose I've ever seen before. And, yes, I know a thing or two about roses. We have a flower festival in Steamydale every year to see who can bring the most amazing flowers. I've seen Victor Hugo roses up close and in person, which are some of the biggest and most amazing roses you'll ever see in your entire life.

And these are not only bigger, one bloom practically the size of my entire head, they're also brilliantly bright, glittering with golden specks in the light of an imminently setting sun.

It's later out than I realized. How long was I chasing that stag earlier? Well, no worries. It doesn't matter. I can get the flowers, use the app to get out of the Gardens, and--

Snip. One rose falls into my hand easily as I cut the stem with my borrowed shears.

Snip. A second rose joins the first.

And then--