Her Royal Highness Mga Nobela at Kwento

I smirk. "Well, Your Highness, a certain someone came into your office today and tried to treat me like an omega. She seems convinced she is your mate- but no one seems to be telling her otherwise. When I first saw her, she openly insulted me and your Royal-self did nothing to stop her" I explain breezily, my tone light and playful as though I'm talking about the weather. I almost laugh at how wide his eyes go and the grimacing I hear from the closer members.

“Entering the hall is Your Majesty, King Zyden George X and his wife Queen Ellena.” The announcer said loudly as the couple stood at the top of the stairs. "Followed by their beautiful and only daughter, the heir apparent, Princess Hannah Antonette Ruiz from the Kingdom of Andorra." Hannah sighed as yet again her name was spoken incorrectly. It’s Antonyeite, not Antonette. She just fixed her navy-blue ball gown that the dressmakers had just made for her. It is her kind of gown. She likes to wear gowns that would really fit her curves.

Her laughter broke through the crowd’s talking. Her Royal Highness, Princess Romaine Eloise Santángel-Ordoñez of Deltora… ‘Romy’, for all her friends, as he heard through the grapevine. The laughter was forced, he could hear that… Well, anyone paying attention would notice that… As was the smile plastered on her amazing lips. That aside, the sound grounded him, and King focused solely on its sweetness.

She threw her head into the pillow, running her petite hands up and down my chest. Knock, knock, knock. "Dammit! Who is it?" "Apologies for the intrusion, Your Highness—" "Spit it out already. What do you want?" I interrupted, sexually frustrated. "Your Highness, His Royal Majesty has requested your presence in the dining hall... both you and Her Highness." He answered. I gazed upon the beauty under me. Her eyes reminded me of the days when the sun shone upon our lands. "I’ll be there in a moment," I replied.

The anchor’s voice was excited, almost giddy. “…and in a moment we’ll be going live to the official engagement announcement between Crown Prince Daniel Knight and Lady Betty Calavarn…” Raine sat up straighter. Cole reached for the remote, but Raine grabbed his wrist. “Wait.” The camera panned across the opulent hall packed with dignitaries, flashing cameras, and smiling elites. Daniel stood tall in a tailored black suit, looking every inch the future king. Betty was beside him in a stunning red gown that hugged her curves, her hand resting possessively on his arm. She beamed at the crowd.

He stammered out. My breath caught in my chest. “That is Impossible! The Westhaven Royals are dead. Every last one of them!” I growled out. My face flushing in anger. “N…no sir, It…it has been reported that they are alive and well…that…they have been in the human realm all this time. They…they have returned sir…and with them……their daughter the princess” He said trailing off nervously. I stood up quickly, my chair sliding back so hard that it fell over. “Your majesty, there is something else you need to know sir” He said, backing away from me. My aura seeped out in waves as I gritted my teeth. “The..the princess sir…she....she is pregnant your majesty. It is believed that the child is prince

He has royal blood with his mother being a Duchess while his father a Prince, making his grandparents the Queen and King of Everland. But even so, even with all the wealth, fame and power, Daniel remained humble and kind to everyone. Though Daniel forgot about her, forgotten how he saved a young girl in the past, Sisley cherished those memories deep in her heart for it was when her romantic feelings blossomed –– blossoming each year.

~ BAILEY ~ We step into the opulent foyer of the apartment. It is no less and no more elegant and luxurious than Nick’s. The hues are a bit lighter than what Nick evidently prefers and the styles are dissimilar in terms of historical vs. modern, but other than that… Yeah. No expense spared here. Or on any inch of this palace. We’re greeted by a butler, who tells us, “His Majesty is waiting for you, Your Highness.” So king father still likes to be denoted as such. I tuck that away.

I said playfully as I approached the table with a smile. Allison slowly looked up from her milkshake. “Oh, please don't apologize, Your Majesty. I was just about to order my third milkshake while I waited for your royal ass to get here.” She chuckled, narrowing her eyes at me. I stopped. Your Majesty? “Has anyone ever told you what a bitch you are, my Luna?” I shot back with plenty of sass. Why the hell was she calling me Your Majesty? “You are actually the first one to mention it, my Queen.”

She fake a smile "is really touching" She said the words as she turns to gaze at Umma Magajiya who is still standing on her feet, battling her rage from the inside out. She knows that she can not create a scene here, cause if she does all she has ever work for will be in vain. The hall echo with a small laughter. Holding her head high, she continue "Let me introduce myself..." She trails gazing at the strange faces before her. Then took a deep breathe. "I am Nawal Mahmud, The Crown Princess and future Queen..." She trail again, turning to gaze at Umma Magajiya with a sly smirk, then she turn and gaze at Farida, who looks like she has seen a ghost. Nawal continued while looking at her direct