Her Royal Highness Seems To Be Angry Novels & Stories

She was the female form of him. He ran his free hand through his hair. "I believe you are both proper ladies." "Thank you, Your Highness." They bowed. Suddenly, a voice called out. "Brand! They all turned. Alexander was marching toward them, seemingly furious. Brand raised his hand and waved, a smile forming on the side of his lips. "He seems agitated." Brand observed, turning to Lady Fitzgerald. "I enjoy seeing him like this." Her brows furrowed. "Do you enjoy troubling the king?"

Then the shock burned away—and anger took its place. “What I want,” I snapped, “is for you to stop being a jerk and keep your fucking hands to yourself.” The King froze. For a heartbeat, his expression was pure disbelief. Then, just as quickly, it vanished—buried under that same cold mask. I could tell he wasn’t used to being spoken to like that. Maybe the real queen never dared. He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “What game are you playing now, Hazel?” My stomach dropped. Hazel.

The glass table trembled under the force of his anger, its surface cracking under the weight of his fury. The room fell into an eerie hush, the royal servants frozen in their positions, aware of the storm brewing within their king. Seven beautiful daughters, regally seated in their assigned royal chairs, exchanged uneasy glances. The tension was palpable, a silent reminder of the absence that had ignited the king's wrath. The Lycan prince, a source of pride and hope for the king, was missing. This absence cut deeper than any physical wound, leaving the king raw with fear and anger. His heart, though hardened by his position, was wounded, and his thoughts raced through a labyrinth of possibil

Amber says again, but I don't think I agree with her, why go to a place where we're not welcome, only to be scolded? She shared the pictures of the tantrum with me, it's not weird for royal kids to have their tantrums pictured and shared everywhere, seriously I expected more pictures of the angel to be shared, there hasn't been a BuzzFeed article about us in so long, and I knew it was coming in soon. What royal are you? What would your dragon colour be? Are you a royal little?

“Her pregnancy is not normal, for it to be showing already when he is less than ten weeks. Don’t you think something is wrong?” “Now that you say so, I think we should take care soon.” “We should but tonight let them be. They are just oozing love everywhere.” “I can’t believe my son fell in love again. I thought after Chloe he will just shut down but he found it with his wife. I’m happy about this,” the queen said. “It’s a happy event at least we don’t have to be on our toes watching for any unusual events just in case she gets angry.” “That’s true; it’s very scary once you think about it.”

Everyone was left utterly speechless at Prince Romeo's angry roar. He was not one who usually vent his wrath or frustrations out on people around him. This just told them how infuriated he was, and it was a personal affront to His Highness from the way he had acted. It took them a few moments to finally snap to attention and move themselves from being frozen from shock.

Royal half yelled. Angel bite her lips hardly trying not to cry but then she couldn't help it. "Why are you so angry? You like this type of dress on other girls! You check them out and compliment them,but why do you always get mad when it's me?!! Why!"Angel shouted in tears. "Do you want me to treat you the same way I treat other girls?......." "Yes! I don't care! As long as you're nice to me,I want you to stare at me like other girls too! Especially Spice" Angel said and Royal sighed.

Marissa The Queen’s rage came with thunder. It wasn’t the typical raised voice or shaking hands kind of anger. It was primal, bone-deep, and terrifyingly loud. Her voice bounced off the ancient stone walls of the royal study like a storm crashing into a cliff. If Sean had been anywhere near her at that moment, she would’ve carved his name off the family tree with her bare hands. I stood still. A part of me was stunned, but the other part missed my own mother.

"He's angry with me and I keep saying the wrong thing." "Princess, he's not mad at you. Trust me. I've seen the way he looked - looks - at you." "What do you mean?" "Forget I said anything. This whole situation is not of your making and my nephew is trying to put it right." "Oh, I didn't realise you were related?" "Not by blood, though I could not wish for a finer man to fight alongside." He looked rueful, stroking his thinning hair, as he added, "The Princess Royal could teach you a thing or two about insults and she never apologises. It's not in her nature."

She met his angry gaze and he let loose his growled greeting. "What is it?" "Your in for a load of trouble." That captured his full attention. "What are you talking about?" He asked, taking a long drawl off the rim of his glass. "Bit early for drinking don't you think?" She said as she noticed the glass in his hand. "Nope. You got news, spill." He grumbled. "The Queen was not to happy that her last attack was unsuccessful. There's going to be another attack and she will be leading it personally." That little tidbit had Ciaran choking on his last sip of alcohol.