A Royal Duty Novels & Stories

I warned with gritted teeth. “Gearing allies for our cause shouldn’t be your responsibility, Edward. I am the king and this is my job as king to make sure the kingdom is ready,” he stated firmly. “No, it’s not the responsibility of the king alone, it’s the responsibility of every royal born. I learned that a long time ago.” I knew what being royal meant. It meant sacrificing one’s happiness for the kingdom, and now I feel like I am a hypocrite for not practising what I preached for so long.

"I wasn't suggesting—" "Do you even know what the duty of the Dragon Sentinels is?" he cut in, his voice taking on sudden gravity. "It's to protect members of the royal family, especially those of the purest bloodline. From now on, you're responsible for me. For the next ten days, wherever I go, you go. You'll have to protect me well, Lena."

I understand how strange it is to be here coupled with how I am dressed. Since I came here, if there is something I have learned, it is that domestic duties are exclusive duties of the Omegas while the royals do nothing all day but walk around in their expensive wear, drink teas with friends, and whatever that keeps them alive. Thank goodness I came when the festivities were quiet, therefore diving into preparations with them, if not, I would have possibly died of boredom.

Getting back to the room, the first thing my husband did was order me a Pizza which arrived faster than a regular pizza delivery… I guess he used his authority as King. Oh shit… that’s right… I am a Queen now. Do I have to do Queenly duties? Would I need to attend balls and bow and wave like I see in the movies? Declan said I don’t have to do it if I don’t want to do it but the truth is… I don’t know what I was as regards that matter. Through my husband’s company, I am already helping a lot of people and it’s been an honor but would that count? Declan after still goes to visit the pack undercover and attend to threats himself.., what exactly are my responsibilities?

What did they have to do with the strange changes happening to me? My royal duties offered a thin veil of normalcy, a temporary distraction from the unsettling mystery that clung to me. As the heiress to the throne, I had responsibilities, even amidst my turmoil. A meeting with the kingdom’s elders had been scheduled, a gathering that under normal circumstances I would have approached with eager anticipation. I cared deeply for Equedore, its people, and its future. The thought of one-day ruling, of ensuring their prosperity and peace, was a weight I carried with both pride and solemnity.

"But he has a lover here and there? I don't think that's right even if you're royalty." "Geez, you're very ignorant. It's common for royalty to have many affairs since they're strengthening their connections to have greater and solid supporters. That's their way of gaining more power and it's nothing new." The imperial knights just shook their heads as they follow the Prince to guard him along with his lover within the woman's residence.

“If you are my charge, then when you wake, I will be here, and I do not end my day until you do. That is my job… Ma’am.” She tugged harder on her earlobe but stopped immediately when his lips thinned at the action. “I don’t expect you to shadow me for so long during the day. The other guards will be nearby for the meetings and such.” “Your Royal Highness, when I was given a job in the military, I was expected to carry it out word for word,” Kingston explained with a tinge of bitterness in his words. “I was given the task of protecting the Princess of the Royal family who rules this land. I will take it very seriously, as I do all things.”

Queen Marjorie asked. “No, I did not. Thank you, Your Majesty.” “Great.” King Arthur smiled. “I know you’re still unfamiliar with a lot of things but with time, you’ll do just fine.” “Thank you, Your Majesty.” Amelia bowed slightly. “You can stop calling us that. You’re family now.” The princess nodded. “That being said, you should get ready to attend the royal academy.” “Royal academy?” “Yeah, we have an academy here for princes and princesses from neighboring kingdoms. You need to attend till you’re made the Crown Princess.”

My mother started but I cut her off as I had enough of hearing about duties. Duties that I have over performed, even before I was grown enough or qualified to. “My duty.” I snapped, and there was no mask left on my voice. “What duty? The one of protecting the pack that I had done since before any other tiger ever had? The duty to be royalty which I overperform, reading petitions and trying to solve all problems? What other duties are you talking about?” I roar out as at this point I had lost my temper. I never lost my temper.

The Royal’s Oath is a sacred magical vow exclusive to the Were royal bloodline, binding the speaker to their word with an unbreakable force. Once sworn, the Oath manifests as a sigil—glowing silver script that appears on the royal’s skin and fades once the promise is fulfilled. It is a mark of power, trust, and absolute authority. It was once a power that dates back to the first Were kings, who wielded it to command loyalty from their subjects and assure them that they are worthy of their loyalty and reverence.