Her Royal Highness Seems To Be Angry Mga Nobela at Kwento

But I was grateful that the sound of her laughter was muffled by the voices of those who were still arguing with each other. Suddenly Hayden knelt like a knight waiting to be assigned his position, before His Majesty the King. "Crown Prince!" Her Majesty's screams made everyone present flinched. It seems that Hayden's actions on this one were deemed to have gone too far, so Her Majesty the Queen could not understand. While His Majesty was still looking at Hayden with the angry look he was holding back. “What are you doing, Crown Prince?” His Majesty's question caused all those who were watching to gulp their saliva heavily.

The older maid quickly stopped her. “Am I wrong? Ever since Her Royal Highness returned, she will either space out or giggle for no reason. Now, she’s humming and dancing for no reason. I think Her Royal Highness must have been possessed while she was out there. So what if Her Royal Highness hears me? I don’t mind not eating for three days! I’m on a diet anyway.” “Oh, you! You’re lucky Her Royal Highness has a good temper and is gentle. You only dare to say this because she treats her subordinates like sisters. If you got assigned to someone cruel, you would be thrown to the beasts if you dared to say that.”

His aura was domineering and I had to fight to resist submitting to him. “You impudent, stupid girl-” “Your highness!” Seff interrupted the angry growl that had released from Roz much to my surprise. I had expected some reaction from Roz but I couldn’t believe the anger he actually displayed. It was as if he was more angry at what I said than how I said it. It was as if he was offended to not have a say in my relation with Seff. Was the King always this eccentric?

she let her statement trail off. Carefully watching her maids' expressions, Roselle saw them glanced at each other. Her curiosity then got the better of her and she sat up straight and faced them, giving them the most piercing and probing look she could summon. "Uhm…" Fay nudged Tina when they realized Roselle pinning them with her very obviously questioning gaze. After a long stretch of awkward silence, Fay was the one who relented and spoke up. "Your observation is not misplaced, milady. Everyone knows that His Highness Romeo is not on good terms with his royal family."

His words were delivered with a potent mixture of authority and indignation. “This is an insult to me and my royalty; in fact, to the entire royal family,” he declared, his voice carrying a weight that seemed to press down on everyone there. The anger in his tone was palpable, and it was clear that he considered the demands to be not just a personal affront but a direct challenge to his authority and the dignity of the royal family.

Never is her face or voice seen or heard except amidst heavy and extremely important situation. Her call finalises my fear. No doubt the Forbes are in a huge mess. All courtesy to Caroline's seduction. "Your highness.." I shutter after hitting the green button. "Good day your highness" I greet. I shiver and my heart pounds non stop. Her silence alone murders me and little more of it may result me passing out. "Get down to the royal cottage!" She orders unfriendly and hang up. I heave deeply at zero threats. Her ageing voice visibly expresses great rage and disgust towards the Forbes.

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

Ugh! I'm fuming by the time I reach Lady Monica, she looks me over and notices my angry mood. "What's wrong princess?" She asks, concern etched on her face. "Did you find His Highness?" "Yes and he was talking to that harlot! Can you believe that!?" I ask, my tone high pitched and my eyes bulging with rage. I could tell my face was already red by now. "He was talking to her? Is that it?" She asks and I'm at a loss of words, really. Talking to her is as bad as it gets, who knows she would have tried to kiss him if I hadn't showed up.

His growl reverberated, sending a shiver down the spines of all who stood before him. It was clear to those present that the crown prince's anger was not solely rooted in a deep attachment to his father. Rather, it was a seething indignation at the audacity of anyone who dared to contemplate the life of a royal member. The notion that they might consider themselves too powerful to face consequences was an affront to the very essence of the monarchy, and he felt an urgent need to rectify this grievous transgression.

“Stop defending me. Stop worrying about me. Stop looking · at me like” · He cut in sharply. “Like what? Say it.” · I shook my head. “You already know.” · · His voice cracked. “I shouldn’t know.” · My chest tightened. “But you do.” · For a moment, neither of us moved. Neither of us moved. The quiet between us felt like a confession. · Then he pulled the crumpled message from his pocket and threw it onto the table. · “Leave the palace, or he loses the crown,” he read aloud, voice shaking with anger. “This is not a joke.”