Her Royal Highness Novels & Stories

"Y-You're highness, I-I am Louis Ronnenburgh. The third s-son of the Duke and twin brother o-of your wife—" "...and why the fuck are you the one here? Where's your sister? The Duke can't possibly set me up to marry a boy!" "My s-sister has been missing so they made me her r-replacement until she is fou—" "DOES THE HOUSE RONNENBURGH TAKE ME FOR A FOOL!?" The Prince raised his voice. "N-No! It's not like that your highness!" He pushed Louie away and began to look hostile. "JUST BECAUSE I'M THE MOST UNFAVORED SON OF THE EMPEROR DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TREAT ME LIKE THIS! I AM THE IMPERIAL PRINCE RUSSEL HEILSONNE!!"

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

"Your Royal Highness." At the greeting, I strighten my back, feeling like there's a wall of nails behind me. She addresses me with that title, because it is what I am, but it makes me go uneasy. With everything that's happening to me, I feel like I am not the fittest person to be addressed as "her royal highness". I mean, I almost smashed her head in with a fucking candlestick, just because I have been getting voices in my head and seeing things no one else sees.

I don't know why I was hoping that it should be Prince Raphael. "The Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Ayatulla, His Majesty Prince Reuz IV!" I don't know what to feel when I heard that it's not him then "The Prince of the Kingdom of Ayatulla, Prince Raphael III!" I was shocked with the names called after him, "The Regent of the Principality of Asturiaz, His Highness Rocky IV" "The Duchess of the Government of Akazia, Her Highness Ma. Catherine" "The Emir of the United Kingdom of the Eastern Lands, His Majesty Emir Shurev IV" "The Grand King and Queen of the United Kingdom of Tleste, His Majesty King George XVIII and Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth" "The Queen Mother of the United Kingdom of Sour,

“Well then, you are not yet an official member of RVS but if you passed this test, who knows? Maybe you won't be just a member, but a viscountess.” Waverly gasped. “A what, Maman?” “A viscountess, Miss Knight. If you are familiar with the hierarchy of RVS, I, the highest ruler, is called the Empress. The other rulers, my second hand, are called kings and queens. The future consorts of kings and queens will be called, the grand dukes and grand duchesses.” she clasped her hands before continuing, “The prince and princesses are the future children. Marquess and Marchioness are the heads of family's supporting the RVS. Count, Countess, Viscount, and Viscountess are the people who have a big cont

Her husband, her god, her lover, her prince, her duke and the father of her children; she just loved him. She was after all his Her Royal Highness.

“Your majesties,” a black-haired woman bowed to the four royalties. “Good evening Ms Knight.” Daniel gently kissed her hand. “We are very delighted with your acceptance of our offer, this is very generous of you.” “It is an honour for me, Your Majesty.” The woman is not very young, and she looks like she is almost reaching her forties. She is short, with large brown eyes and long black hair. She is thin and very pale, showing that she mustn't have been eating well lately.

the voice said in a sing-song tone. I had been forced to kneel as I had slept out by the river following last night’s embarrassment and hadn’t returned until this morning, and when I craned my neck to look, I saw who had spoken. It was her, the lady most people referred to as ”Her Royal Highness” because of how she carried herself with so much pride, elegance and undeniable charm like a Queen. It was her: Malia Stone. “Greetings, my lady,” the girls said, bowing their heads.

but her heart rejected her already and was doing whatever. Everything was new to her, even this party and everything that happened till now. Behind the royal family, there was also Crown Prince Ezra and his family, they all smiling and waving at everyone, as if some celebrities. After the Royal family arrived downstairs, everyone started greeting the king and everyone. Today was the last day the king would get the greeting that belongs to a king... " Long live the sun of this land and empire. May the goddess bless you with good health for eternity ". " Long live her highness, the Queen. May you live long ".

The higher the position the more precarious. “What is the Queen like?” I ask sheepishly. “Traditional.” She replies. “Rigid to the rules. Impeccable manners.” Rules. Always rules. “She tends to view things in a traditional way. Roles are clearly defined and adhered to. Formality is constant. Only his majesty the King is the exception.” She continues. “I believe I have a simple gown that would fit you.” She says after a moment of silence between us. “At least you could wear that for the time being instead of that awful temple gown.” She makes a face of disgust. “Imagine running into his royal highness Prince Edward in such a thing!”