A Royal Duty Novels & Stories

Mat said, and Dominic nodded. “I don´t think I want the title if it means Asteria is at risk,” I sighed, and they nodded. “Being a royal is a duty given by bloodright; it is not something you can renounce, but you can learn how to navigate the perks, and the politics…” Matei said, and I sighed. “So, I am stuck with the title and the risks,” I said, and they nodded. “But the risks will go to minimum or zero, with the security detail we will place around you,” Matei said, and I sighed.

“I have spoken to the royal doctor about this. We will never know when Ariana will return to normal and realize her responsibilities as Crown Prince Emilio's fiancé.” The room fell silent again after Duke Andrew finished his speech. King Alexius didn't think that Duke Andrew would lie about Ariana's condition, as he brought the name of the royal doctor in his report. Royal doctors are doctors who specifically serve the royal family. They would never lie, and were loyal to the royal family. Ariana was also examined by the royal doctor and the diagnosis must have been like that. King Alexius massaged his head in frustration. Even the last descendant of the Alison family, was not free from the

Racheal feigned an interested look, but it soon faltered. "With greater responsibility comes greater expectations; the king must have trusted you a lot to have given you such a rare position that concerns the realms. You are right is is quite, enviable." Micah remarked before lowering her gaze; she was about to turn around to leave when Racheal said something. "Do you read it?" She questioned, and Micah creased her brows as she turned her attention to Racheal. "Did you say something?" She wanted to be sure that she wasn't just hearing things.

I knew that some pack members - those who sympathized with me - might question why I would stay with Logan despite his actions instead of rejecting him. As I sit here and ponder over my bloodline, I can't help but feel a sense of responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders. Being a royal comes with its own set of challenges and expectations, and the pressure to carry on the lineage is immense. One of the most significant responsibilities that come with being a royal is the obligation to continue the bloodline with your mate. It's a tradition that has been followed for generations, and it's deeply ingrained in our culture. The reason behind this tradition is that only the children born ou

This was my one and only chance at having my mate finally. With the royal beta duties, my job was not only to care for the execution of our pack but also oversee the decisions of other packs coming under the king's rule. This kept me so engaged, I never had time for meaningless flings or affairs. Especially knowing that my mate was out there, I waited. But how was it even possible? As far as I had heard, werewolves were only supposed to have werewolf mates. Then why her? How?

I then glanced at Aria, whose wolf was at the front foot to deal with this threat aka me, her possessiveness doubled the exhilaration of my approaching victory. “Thank you, Alpha Zayden. I have just one more favor to ask from you. Can you please elaborate on the part where a Royal is entitled to keep everyone who has served them physically?” Although my statement was quite coded, it overjoyed Zayden. He spoke enthusiastically. “If a man or a woman had ever slept with a Royal, he/she will belong to them until death.” A chorus of startled gasps reverberated the surroundings. Luna Flora hurriedly stepped forward, grabbing Zayden’s hand, and bellowed hysterically.

Just pure sincerity. "I think I should leave now. Have a good night." He looked at me with his radiant dark eyes, melting me bit by bit. "Have a good night as well, Ophelia." * * * "Being the crown princess means you will be the future queen of this kingdom. And being a queen is not just about the title. A queen is not just the king's lover, but a lifetime partner who would share the responsibility with the king. So you must know how to be a ruler who loves her people. A ruler willing to hear her people's voices," Mistress Celestine explained.

I had always assumed Dew thrived in his role, that he wore his title with pride and confidence. But hearing him now, I realized that perhaps he had simply accepted his fate in a way I never could. "It’s not about belonging," he continued. "It’s about duty. You may not be the heir to the throne, but you are still royalty. You still have a place in that palace. We’re the royal heirs, you and I. It’s what we get for being born as the king’s son." I thought he was going to give me a full-on lecture, but instead he shook his head, smiling. “That’s enough,” he said. “I came here to spend time with you, not to give you a sermon on our royal duties.”

I mean sitting next to an unknown demon who hurted Maryann? “Now, of all people in this palace, you should know you are the one with the most responsibility.” She breathed out. “What do you mean?” I asked. I have been trying to calm my horses ever since I entered this room. “As a princess and soon-to-be queen, you have obligations. As a woman, you have to produce an heir to the royal throne to sustain our legacy, that’s what I mean.” Her words sink in. It was at that exact moment I remembered Fernanda words: ‘Nothing of your concern. One more thing, you’d better find a way to get an heir before that bitch Esmeralda shows up.” My whole body froze.

A smile twitched at his seductive mouth as the symphony flowed down from the ballroom, and the lanterns illuminated his path the rest of the way. He was greeted with excitement and fondness, for his service to the king had always been respectable and devoted. His sense of duty drove him to fulfil his responsibilities to his headquarters, and he would rather have died than fall short of the expectations his duty comprised. He leaned slightly as he moved along the line of soldier hosts, kissing the ladies' hands so tenderly, his full mouth of affection warming their skin.