A Royal Recipe Botw Novels & Stories

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

Naomi then asked: "Did you find something new?" When Annie heard this, he used a deep voice to say: “The Origin of NAr!” The wind gently shakes each branch of the tree, the weather is still chilly after days of heavy rain. Inside the closed room of a large restaurant called "Royal" of S country, a man and woman were arguing fiercely. "If you've been stripped of your throne, let's break up!" Rebecca Peckhaim shouted, using harsh words to hit Robert in the face. Robert was still calm, nothing happened.

Raiden warned. “What? I’m enjoying it. She’s royalty and still chokes on cookies—this is history in the making.” I glared at him, dramatically offended, but before I could respond, Lady Marisol clapped her hands once, sharply, like a teacher stopping children from fighting. “Alright, alright,” she said. “Let the child panic in peace.” “THANK YOU,” I muttered. “Yes, yes, you’re royalty,” Marisol continued, waving her hand like she was discussing the weather. “Princess, heir, Moonfire-born… all of the above. Now, shall I explain or will you continue choking on baked goods?”

I called his beta instead. The line rang twice before a familiar voice answered. “Doctor Lean?” “Beta Rowan,” I said. “I need you to pass a message to His Majesty immediately.” His tone changed in an instant, all formality. “Is something wrong with the Princess?” “Not yet,” I replied. “But if she continues with the current medicine, there will be. I ran a full analysis on the latest batch from your supply. There is a foreign compound in the formula. It was not part of my design.”

“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—”

I look up, surprised. "For me?" I whisper. The waiter nods quickly and vanishes. I rip the wax seal open. Inside are two golden passes to the Royal Symphony of the Moonsong Dominion—the most elite orchestra in the entire fantasy realm. Only royal bloodlines can get these seats. A small piece of parchment slips out, written in thick, dominant, heavy strokes: I sent the roasted boar to your table. Eat well, my heavy little queen. Happy wedding night to us. I will slide my tongue inside your sweet mouth at the theater.

I replied, a mischievous glint in my eyes. Summoning a servant with a wave of my hand, I instructed them to fetch Jacob and bring forth the coveted potion. "Go, tell Jacob to deliver the elixir to me," I commanded. "Yes, Young Master!" the servant responded promptly, scurrying off to carry out my orders. Moments later, Jacob appeared before us, personally carrying a small wooden chest. He bowed respectfully and presented it to me, his eyes filled with anticipation. "So, this is the fabled Legendary Healing potion," Richard stammered, his voice betraying a mix of awe and trepidation. It was the very reason he had chosen to remain in this remote city, braving the lurking dangers of the beastme

I groaned. "So, what are your choices, Your Highness, Your Majesty?" the chef asked. I chose butter cream and soft chocolate while Mom, you guessed it right, chose wasabi. "Great choice, Mom," I sarcastically said. "Tone," Mom warned and we left the pastry room. As we were walking down the hall, Mom suddenly perked and grabbed something from her side pocket. "Ruthy, you have a note from the country of Wierxia. The leaders are coming for the party," she said then handed me a letter.

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

I brushed the back of my palms against my brows. “That’s not going to happen Tee, you need not worry about him. You belong to the royals now, there’s no way they could take back a gift that was given to the palace, especially not when they so desperately want to be on good terms with the royals,” she takes a long pause “You haven’t told me who your second chance mate is Tee,” she adds. I sigh. I’d been hoping she would forget but knowing Tee, she hardly forgets anything about me, especially not a topic that has to do with my mate.