Her Royal Highness Pdf Novels & Stories

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

He place his hands on it, then turn and look at me before he opens them. I took slow steps inside and my mouth fall to the floor when I realize what this is. I look at the Prince not finding any word to express how am feeling. He stood beside me and said "I wanted to surprise you after the wedding but I just couldn't keep it to myself". I turn to the left side and stares at the words written "Fahad" In capital letters in black, Out of curiously I turn to the right and "His Queen" Is boldly written but with pink.

“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.

“You skipped breakfast, your highness. You shouldn’t…..” “Are people around here not fond of listening to royalty?” “Of course not, your highness!” “If I said I’m not hungry, then I’m not hungry. Leave me be” “Yes…..your highness” “A letter? From his highness?” “Yes, my lord. It has the royal seal of the crown prince”

Just a single envelope lying neatly on the step, sealed in red wax with the unmistakable royal crest. Jack bends, picks it up, and glares at it like it personally offended him. “What the hell now?” he mutters. I step beside him, and he rips it open. The heading reads: A Royal Invitation from the Alpha King and Queen. Jack growls low in his throat. “No. Absolutely not. I’m not stepping foot in that cursed palace this soon. I don’t care if they’re summoning demons—I’m not going.” I fold my arms, watching him.

I sat silently at the end of the table, untouched plate before me, holding my head high as the invisible wall of their contempt surrounded me. ​Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the dining hall were pushed open with a sharp, echoing thud. ​A uniformed royal messenger stepped into the room, his dark leather cloak dusted with evening frost. He carried a heavy parchment scroll tied with the gold-and-crimson silk ribbon reserved exclusively for the High Alpha's personal decrees. ​The messenger halted at the edge of the carpet, dropping to one knee before the room. "Forgive the interruption, my lords and ladies. I carry an urgent decree directly from the Royal Palace."

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.

When I got home, Sophie had finished the form and notice. She took the liberty of sending copies of each to me and Mom. In a record time, Mom edited, added the Northan Kingdom's logo and motto. The mission statement and logo King Rainard used in his time sat at the top of each document. They looked amazing. A Royal Summoning as it stated on the Notice.

I_pooped No, there's more news about the royals. Yes_you_suck Ah. Boiling hot tea. I_pooped I SAID STOP RUINING TEA FOR ME. Yes_you_suck Okay, okay! Continue! I_pooped Yeah, so you know the crown prince? Cereal_killer Well, no one in the world actually knows him. He disappeared at the time of his...what is it called? Something like formal introduction? Yes_you_suck I dunno. Some fancy schmancy term. Cereal_killer