Her Royal Highness Pdf Novels & Stories

It was from a big blog with a heading that I just couldn't ignore. -Breaking News: HIS MAJESTY KING KAEL ANNOUNCES ROYAL MATING CEREMONY WITH LADY RISA. THE MOON BLOOD RITUAL TO COMMENCE SOON….read more…..- There was even a photo attached to it of Risa holding hands with the king in the royal court. She looked radiant, her eyes focused on him with a clarity I hadn't seen in years and he looked at her too like she belonged to him.

" To his highness, The Crown Prince , As , his highness wished , I have been on duty all day and night , protecting the future crown princess . And till date no harm had been able to reach her future highness . However, I write this letter not to brief , his highness about , Her future highness's health and safety but instead I would like to bring the matter regarding , her highness having admirers , as his highness had once feared .

Nobles passed each other like peacocks in the halls—bows, smiles, gloved touches, sharp whispers. Outside, a dozen carriages lined the cobbled roads. And inside, the tension simmered. Amora received a sealed letter before morning light. It arrived on a black velvet tray—no seal, no name, just her title scrawled across the front: Her Grace, Royal Consort of Veridia. She opened it slowly, eyes narrowing at the words within. Her hand curled around the paper. She didn’t smile. Not yet. --- Meanwhile, a palace maid paused at Kael’s chamber.

Oh, I probably am. "What is this?" I asked, hanging the towel around my nape and flipping the envelope between my fingers, looking for a sign, until I noticed the engraved cursive letters at the bottom right corner of the paper, it says, Grodon East Royals. I opened the flap and fished out the card inside it, having the title, Purloin Fight. I read the letters silently, ‘Congratulations! You have been summoned in the Purloin.’ that was the only message and then at the bottom corner was the date and venue. ‘Grodon Arena’ ‘04- 23’

"Prince Vinson of Yaleton! The guard blew their trumpets, as a royal carriage rode into the palace compound. It was the eve to the royal wedding and special guests were trooping in. Vinson stepped out of the royal carriage, his jet black hair packed up in a bun. His warm sunny golden eyes, flashed at Helen who was standing beside Leah. He was tall, masculine and had sharp jawlines. He had a clean shave, no single hair was on his face, making his handsome features more prominent. "Welcome to Decreash, Prince Vinson." Leah took the first initiative. Her dark violet hair was let down, and her dark obsidian eyes was filled with desires. "And you are? Vinson asked arching his brows. "Princess Lea

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.

“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.

I look at the seal and it’s confirmed: it’s from the nearby kingdom named Golden Moon. Theo laughs. “Are we going to fight or are you going to open some debutante’s invitation?” “Shut up,” I tell him with an eyeroll as I read the address at the back and pop open the seal. There’s a small sheet of parchment paper inside, the color of gold. Frowning, I bring the paper up to my eye level and start to read the fancy font. ‘The Royals of Golden Moon, King Samuel and Queen Helena, cordially invite you to the debut and the coronation of our daughter.’

“Wow,'' I mumbled to myself as I made my fingers glide from one book to another. They are all so beautiful. This is how books should be treated— with grace and care and all the special treatment there is— not left somewhere in a dark corner to collect dust and rot as the paper gets shredded by rats or by the time. I was so mesmerised that I was not able to notice that another person was also with me inside the Royal Library, browsing through the contents of a shelf labelled— financial transcripts and records. “Duchess Fortess?” said the voice. it made me snap from my trance and made me flinch as I turned around. I retreated my extended arm back to my body and when I looked at the owner of th

His Royal court attire had been replaced by golden robes. They had stains on them and he was without his shoes. Music played in the background and she felt as if she were living in a bad dream. Her mother would be so upset if she had seen this.The King was so out of it that a man she assumed was the new Royal Chancellor announced their presence. “Her Royal Highness Princess Flossina Aeralia. General Torunn.” The crowd grew quiet and close as they all looked on. The King stood up. He seemed unsteady on his feet. Flossina followed protocol and kneeled in front of him, as did everyone else in the room.