A Royal Duty Novels & Stories

Audrey gently places one cup into the Oracle's hands and takes her cup. She sips from it, staring at the suddenly very interesting floor design as she felt the Elder's gaze on her. Had she done something wrong by helping the maid? Was I considered uncultured? Elijah had mentioned previously that royals are not to associate with the commoners nor palace workers, that it in his own words 'taints the stainless, untouchable and unattainable image of the Royal's "Audrey" her voice came, sharp and demanding as usual but this time it held a hint of warmth to it. "What do you believe is the most important trait in a ruler?"

He did not want the complication that having another heir would cause. However, he understood the reasons that Alyra had come to see him, and the meaning behind her words, for he shared the sentiments. “Duty is a funny thing,” he told her. “We can look at it and say that we do not want it, however we will fight and claw to hold it, because we recognise that someone needs to fulfil it. Not everyone will lift the burden in the first place, and those that do, can never fully set it down. We can, however, help each other to hold it,” he offered. “Until someone comes along who wishes to hold it alone.”

The displeased look was too hard to miss. "I'm ashamed of the way you behave, Reyna. You're not only my daughter, but also a princess. Don't ever forget your duties to the throne." "I never forget my duties, mother. Except, Lionel is not a part of my duties. I don't like him." "Lionel is the Royal advisor and the commander of our army." Riah's features took a hard edge. Her cerulean eyes darkened as it normally did when she was furious. "You're his betrothed and that sums up everything. You like him or not, you'll obey and play your part."

she questioned, her disbelief evident. "Yes, I am a Royal. I have the power to defend my family's honor, and I will do that no matter who comes in between," Kayden declared, his tone resolute. Eleanor's heart sank at Kayden's unwavering devotion to his title and status. How could someone be so obsessed with their Royalness? As she grappled with the implications of Kayden's words, she couldn't help but wonder what other lines he was willing to cross in the name of protecting their family's reputation.

But it hit me harder than I thought it would. “Oh, sweet child, you do see it, don’t you? You are not that naïve, are you? The king is following you out of duty. He is helping you and guiding you only because he is the one left in charge of your safety. He can't just leave you anywhere; he would lose his integrity and respect. He has to make sure you are left in a place where you are safe. I see the way you look at him, the way you long for him. But hear my words, and you best forget about him before you get more involved. He is a player, a royal player bound by duty and expectations. “

The room burst into laughter. “My name is Princess Alvarez. I’m the vice president of this esteemed institution, and it’s an honor to be here. You may be wondering why I’m standing before you today. Well, it’s tradition here at Royalty College for upperclassmen to welcome the freshmen and guide them through what they need to know about the school—and a few other things too. “So without wasting much time, let me tell you about the five clubs we have. You’ll be choosing the one that suits you best. But be warned—some clubs are selective. You’ll have to pass a screening to get in.

Uncle Butler tried to reason with the princess. " What about my grandfather! Which part did he play in this deception?" Miranda asked. " Your grandfather was the crown protector and his duty was to train you and prepare to take the crown when you become of age." He replied. " Okay,I get it. I am leaving." Miranda said and turned to Walk away but the butler's words to her. " A royal family member either by name or by blood will always remain to be one and has a duty over the people. It is not about your life alone but countless people waiting for you to show them the right path."

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

Iam getting it now, but others won't. Being the Royal, you have to bear all the responsibilities regarding everything your kingdom, your people, your reputation, pride and everything except yourself. People would judge you, criticise you, make you down at every chance they get but they can't appreciate your work, your hardships and can't identify the things you are going through because they are not YOU. The analogy of Heavy crown to speak of the Weight of the Office, referring to the authority, accountability and responsibility that comes with the Office (position) of kingship.

For one long, steady moment, I considered ignoring the call. For another, I considered throwing the phone across the room and letting it shatter against the wall. But I answered. “Arden,” the King’s voice thundered, no greeting, no breath wasted. “What is the meaning of this?” I exhaled slowly, the rage already coiling under my skin. “You know exactly what it means.” “You will do as I say,” he barked, his temper cracking like lightning across dry sky. “I will not let your unholy desires ruin what I have built. The duty of royal blood is to serve the people, and this, ”