A Royal Pain Novels & Stories

I could remember the horrific looks on everyone’s faces! Zack wasn’t still talking to me even after the coronation. I wondered what his problem was. Didn’t he know that a King and Queen had to work together to make a beautiful nation? I understood he lost his father but how come I was the only one he didn’t converse with? I summoned the royal doctor this morning, due to the constant diarrhea I had. I noticed she looked moody when he entered. “My Queen, Good morning,” she said. The royal doctor was a middle-aged woman who wore a thick-rimmed glasses that made her look professional.

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.

The music was loud and the women were everywhere. “Your Highness, dance with me.” “Oh, no, he promised me the next dance.” “Atlas, look at me. I wore this gown just for you.” Prince Atlas Mavros smiled politely while three noble daughters fought over his arm like cats over fresh meat. The royal ballroom glittered with gold chandeliers and people gorgeously dressed up. It was a grand celebration at the palace. But to Atlas, it felt like a trap.

“Okay… and what does that have to do with the King?” I swallowed hard. Everything suddenly felt heavier saying it out loud. “The parcel said…” I paused, my throat tightening. “H.P isn’t my real mother.” Neither of them moved. “And according to it… the Royal Family killed my real parents.” The words shook as they left my mouth. “They were rogue wolves.” The silence that followed felt unbearable. Lulu blinked first. “Wait… hold on,” she said softly, trying to process it. “Nicole… what do you mean she isn’t your real mother?”

My eyes turned red with anger and all I could do was nothing but stare at them. “You all should leave, she will be alright. All she needs now is to be alone. I will come back to check on her and bring new ice packs to help her endure the pain. The pain won't last more than four hours, it would have been up to twelve hours but because she is a royal blood she won't feel that much pain” the royal physician explained and everyone left the room. I couldn't help but sigh sadly at the thought of all this.

He stayed with Carlo and Magdalena. Why isn't he coming over here? She thought. Sabrina watched as the royal trio walked away. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was pretty clear that the words were not civil. They all appeared to be shouting and their hands were flailing in the air with anger. I can't believe this, she thought. I never should have come here. This was a mistake. Everything about this was a huge mistake.

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

I stood beside my mother and my sister while my father went on the platform. “It’s been a rough month for this country, economically, financially, and the health of the King. We gave you brief updates on his health. But as of hours ago, we’ve confirmed through video conference. From where His Excellency has been treated for a couple of months, Your Majesty, The King has improved. In fact, he’d be happy to give his first appearance in a few days.” My father paused when the audience sighed in relief. “I’m asking you to continue praying for his fast recovery. My family and I will be forever in your debt. Thank you so much for coming tonight.” “Your Highness, when is the royal wedding?” the man