A Royal Pain Novels & Stories

Royal's eyes were bloodshot and his fists were clenched tightly " I want her to pay for what she did to me, I want her to suffer tragically before she dies" Cecily furrowed her brows, judging from the poison she'd been feeding Olivia with all these years, she shouldn't have been able to hurt Royal, it was the only thing she couldn't understand. " How did she manage to hurt you to this extent" Royal couldn't possibly tell anyone that she had overpowered him, it would be too embarrassing to admit that he had lost to a weakling, instead he came up with a lie. " I was going easy on her, I didn't want to accidentally kill her in the Kingston's mansion"

Prince Ron was still in terrible pain. They were all drenched in sweat, the air thick with heat and magic. Some minutes later, the younger fairy wavered first, her knees buckling before she collapsed, her lips blue from the strain. She couldn't absorb any more pain and the second she stopped, Prince Ron cried out, urging the royal physician to hurry up. “What the hell is taking so long?” He groaned. “Just get them out!” “It isn't so simple, your Highness.” The royal physician said as he worked, wanting to explain but the Queen Mother walked in.

Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it. "I wear the royal title Rial Cariad. Royal consort. This makes me royal. I thought priests of Aevitism learn some general knowledge? Or are you trying to say that Eitir doesn't have the status required to have royalty?" The silence laid thick in the room, and as no one had anything to utter, Akana continued.

He whispered. "I'm sorry your highness but you said my Adrean." I pointed out. I wanted her to clarify what I thought I had heard. "Well yes, didn't he tell you?" She asked with a frown. "Mother please just let her rest, she's from waking up and she needs to settle down." He answered. "No Adrean I'm fine. Your highness Adrean didn't tell me anything." I answered. "Oh, then let me happily introduce you to my son Adrean. King of Regnweigh kingdom." She said with a smile.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

Ariel smiled and was out of the house leaving Mari who was concentrating on the plate that had begun to take shape. **** Immediately Royal was out of the throne room, he headed for the kingdom healer home. He knows she will be around. Knocking on the door once, the healer opened the door and was surprised to see him. "Royal I don't have any work for you today, I will send for you once I have-" she went still for 30 seconds and then blinked her eyes. She saw no one at her doorsteps and wondered why she had opened the door in the first place, seeing nothing out of ordinary, she closed the door.

“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

Arabella Pov I woke up with an intense pain in my chest. What is this? I asked Royal. Mate. Mate is cheating on us. Ares the son of a bitch. I saw two of my mates already in the room. I can tell they are my mates due to their smell. They both smell like fresh honey and baked bread. One of them is beside me, but I can't concentrate because of the pain. He pulls me into his arms, while another rubs my hand. My mate doesn't love me. He is cheating on me. It's all I can think about and Royal howls sadly in my head. Suddenly, I felt a pop in my knees.

As if sensing my fear, Alistair's smile widened impossibly further. Then my eyes caught movement behind him. Another figure stood just outside the cell. The Royal. He stood silent and still, a predator observing from the shadows. His massive frame was almost spectral in the dim light, those crimson eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my skin crawl. I felt the sharp pinch of the needle piercing my neck. The poison flooded my system like molten metal. It took less than a second for the pain to crash over me in devastating waves. My teeth clenched hard enough to crack, desperately trying to cage the scream clawing up my throat. I refused to show more weakness. Refused to give them

"Because that's what we've found together—freedom from expectations, from the past." Jake nodded, understanding completely. "The fourth movement of our ongoing symphony." The following weeks unfolded like a dream. The Queen's private concert at Windsor Castle transformed from a singular honour into a profound artistic experience, with Her Majesty requesting not just "Resonance" but also the new movement Amity had composed. The royal family listened with rapt attention, and afterwards, the Queen herself spoke with Amity about the importance of authentic artistic expression in an increasingly manufactured world.