Novel & Cerita A Royal Pain

In the tranquil halls of Avondale Castle, the joyous news of an upcoming addition to the royal family echoed like a sweet melody. Cynthia, the beloved queen of Avondale, was expecting a child, and the entire kingdom was filled with anticipation and excitement. Roberick, her loving husband and the king of Avondale, had greeted the news with an elated smile. It was a momentous occasion, a new chapter in their love story, and the couple shared the news with their advisors, friends, and the people of the kingdom during a grand celebration in the garden.

He said. Imperial family my ass! The monarch in this country was long gone! And how did they even know I'm a descendant? Did they scanned my whole body with some advanced equipment or something? I told him he's delusional and that i wasn't the one he was looking for. I showed him my house which was an old apartment with a hole on the roof, creaking floor and smelly hallways. "If i was a royalty or something i wouldn't be living here and should be enjoying luxury, but I'm not, so get out! "

She looked down with guilt as though she realized what she did wrong which made her sigh out of frustration. "Look Lia, I'm sorry." She hurriedly apologized, placing her palm on her forehead. “Oh! Now she can feel her head aches? I should be the one doing that not her. I'm the one who just got a face-stinging slap. I’m the one that's getting married. My head should ache not hers.” Amelia thought as she stared at her mother. "Liz, you shouldn't have done that. I understand Amelia's pain." The king finally intervened. He walked over to them and he placed his hands on Amelia’s shoulders.

It fell to my waist and Sadie couldn’t stop running her hands through them with an occasional “wow” I would love to dress in my usual jeans and t-shirts but we were provided with gowns that were ‘befitting’ to meet the royals. They made it clear that we were to dress with class around here and we were to be of utmost decorum. We would not be meeting the king today, he is a very busy man and he just lost his father a week ago so he is still not in his best mood. I kind of felt relieved after I learned that. Much as I would like to meet the almighty werewolf king, I was pretty skeptical about it. It is a big deal and with all the stories I’ve heard about him, he’s the strongest being in the we

I wait patiently. When they eventually open, she pins me with a serious (if not somewhat mortified) look and says in a measured voice, “Think of the most elaborate wedding you’ve ever heard or seen pictures of—and then amplify that by, oh… I don’t know,” she shrugs with indignance. “A million percent?” I don’t bat an eye. She presses her palms to the table and leans toward me. “This is a royal wedding, Bailey.” She’s doing everything in her power not to scream this at me in all caps.

So everyone is kind of obliged to attend. "You're just making up an excuse not to be alone with your ex," accused Gisele, turning to me. The dress she held was pink, with a long skirt, but extremely loose at the waist, which still devalued our body. Silently, I made a face as if to say that that dress should be the last one for her to dream of wearing. My younger sister had serious problems with the fashion issue. "And I can't find a single dress that makes me presentable to the Royal entourage.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

And she doesn't even know it. I admit, I know exactly how she feels. Know how suffocating and painful it must be to realize that you've hurt someone you care about most. All because you can't control your lycan. No one knows but us Royals, that that's the painstaking downside of being born as one. You can't help but just hurt the people you love because of how strong you are. Being a Royal is a curse, I thought to myself, watching as my mate's body shook violently before my eyes. The fear of realizing what she might have done getting to her.

"Nick, do you think that this vampire might be a royal?" "Yes, now please get going I still have some business to attend to before this circus of a night!" I said and he left immediately. I remember the stories that mom and dad used to tell me regarding the war ages ago. They told me how they were fighting side by side then the next moment they got attacked by rogues. After the war, our alliance ended immediately with the vampires and we were no longer living in peace with each other. I can recall back to last year that the royal vampire never pitched up for the ball. I always heard these stories about vampires and that the royals were brutal. My father told me that I should watch my back ar

“Royal household. This is the butler speaking. How may I be of help?” “I need to speak directly to the king.” “And who is this?” “Don Aziel.” “A moment please.” The line went mute for five minutes before someone finally spoke. “Hello,” finally the king said, his voice unmistakably irritated. “We have a problem.” “If this is about Zarek being stubborn, rest assured I’ve had enough for today. Tell him I’ll cut his allowance.” “He’s been kidnapped,” I said, not having the time to mince my words. “How did that happen? I thought you—”