Can Royal Guards Get Married Novels & Stories

She noticed. Her gaze sharpened, thoughtful. “Being Reed’s mate will not guarantee you happiness,” she said. I let out a small breath. “I wasn’t expecting guarantees.” She studied me for another moment. “You remind me of myself,” she said quietly. That definitely wasn’t something I had expected to hear. “The King’s first marriage was arranged,” she went on. “His second… was not entirely his choice either.” Her lips curved slightly, but there was no humor in it. “Royal life teaches you quickly that love and duty rarely move in the same direction.”

He yelled before running back into the kitchen, leaving us alone. "Freeyyaaa" I teased her. "What was that?" "Nothing.” she shrugged. "But I felt the chemistry between the both of you!" "He's not royalty. My fantasy to get married into a royal family has been in me from little, and nothing is going to stop me from making them a goal!" "Freya!! You're going to ghost him because he's not royalty?" "This is not about me. Let's go find you some water." "Princess." We both turned back to see three of Ryan's guards standing behind us out of nowhere. "Prince Ryan ordered us to take you to the dressing room to have you change for his special announcement."

"How insane isn't why we are here," Kebel said sternly. "The crown prince left on a marriage retrieval, one the entire royal family was informed of and aware of. He has brought back his groom... shouldn't this be a celebration of bridal gifting? Or has the tradition of the royal family and Silverreach changed overnight?" King Aldric opened his mouth, but no words came out. The stern look from Kebel was enough to shut him up. "And who are you to have a say about tradition? He married a disgrace, a cripple who will only make Silverreach a laughing stock, and you want us to reward this abomination with gifts?" Rhett snorted.

"...then history itself changes today." No one moved. "however.. as guardians of the throne, we cannot leave this chamber with uncertainty." His eyes returned to Draven."We require certainty that no Alpha, no council, and no kingdom will ever be able to dispute." There were only two ways to clear uncertainties from a royal union, A mating ceremony... Or— My stomach dropped. "Claim her." The words landed like a stone dropped into still water. Even my heartbeat seemed to stop. No... Slowly... Very slowly...

The other looked on standing stock still. "Sooo.. that sucks for you. Man, you should not try to make moves on married people. Me personally, I would have just killed you." Ren said from behind his fan. "A young couple are very possessive of each other. Especially when their feelings are raw. But this is a way to build on their marriage." "Please.. go ahead. Your paperwork is good." The other guard said. He watched Ren walk in. Closing the gate behind. His partner did not look so good. "You honestly thought it a good idea to mess with the Royal Consort."

Once they were mated, they cared only for their partner. A Guardian and Head Guard had one responsibility. They had one love. The crown. The Royal family. Nothing came before that. Not even themselves. If they were matched, that loyalty shifted to the partner instead of the monarchy. They would no longer be willing to protect the monarchy from even their mates. If it came down to protecting their mates or monarchy, a Guardian and Head Guard should be willing to choose the monarchy. If they were mated, then they would make the wrong decision. I was not sure what kind of sick joke the Gods were playing with the both of us. But, it was tearing us apart.

The next morning, "Your majesties, a wonderful day. Today, we will be travelling to the Isle of Los Angels for your wedding day. Some royal families will be arriving days before your wedding and it requires your presence to welcome them." Marlon informed us while we are still in bed. He also asked our retainers to bring our attire for the day. "Hon what do you prefer?" I asked Raphael. "Well, anything that suits you will be okay hon." he replied. "We will be wearing that green one." I answered.

he said and held his hand out to the group of girls, standing together in fear, she won't be his first wife this decade. “Stop being scared, everything you know of vampires, werewolves, hybrids, shifters, and everything in between is true, but you do not fear it,” he compelled them. Princess Claire stepped away from the group and took King Torvald’s hand. “Shall we get married?” he asked with a smile. Not all the royals got a princess, but they knew their turn will come after the higher ranks got their wives. The night of the wedding ceremonies, the royals that did take a wife consummated their marriages.

Amelia muttered under her breath. “As fate would have it, a new king was enthroned in this kingdom as well, who had a similar agenda to your grandfather’s. These two kings met and during their peace treaty, they agreed on a royal intermarriage. I believe this is because it is a known fact that none of them would be able to attack if their family member is in either of the kingdoms.” The room fell silent as Amelia tried to process what her father just said. Since he wasn't of the female gender, it was impossible to get married to the person. Hence, the next generation was dragged into this.

Six weeks later, the royal wedding took place, and it was the largest wedding in Lycan and werewolf history...because werewolves were never invited to a Lycan’s wedding, let alone the Lycan King and Queen’s wedding. In the confinement units of prison, the police once again tied each Kylton to a chair and placed the same televisions from the coronation day in each of their units, courtesy of the King. They taped the heiress’s mouth after her first scream this time.