Her Royal Majesty Novels & Stories

“Uh, who is this majesty that you are talking about?...” It was the woman’s turn to leave her mouth hanging open. Eventually, she cleared her throat, “It’s none other than Langrey –formally known as his Imperial Majesty, Prince Langrion Zephiry Romualdi, the king’s nephew and one of the heirs to the throne. Or maybe you can call him Langrey too. It might be a good idea to create the illusion that you are close enough and that the engagement wasn’t rushed in, like, a day...or in a few minutes.”

His brown-grey beard was trimmed cleanly and his brown-grey hair was slicked back to accentuate the crown on his head. He smiled at Edwina, his deep brown eyes twinkling with mischief. She was certain now that His Majesty had ditched his retainers once again. Edwina signed inwardly. Like his son Thackeray, His Majesty was a rule breaker. He always made attempts to escape meetings he found, “dreadfully dreary.” In fact, although Edwina technically worked as the Royal Historian, she felt that her title should be renamed to Royal Wrangler. She was always reminding His Majesty of the meetings he needed to attend, always chasing him down to sign important papers, and always reminding him of event

But today, even her confusion looked tired. "Her Majesty ordered—" Doxy began, then faltered, brows knitting. "Er. Is she still Her Majesty? Or do we call her something else now? I wasn't entirely sure, and I kept meaning to ask, but then I thought—" The older male servant beside her answered before anyone else had to. “She would still be Queen Mother, I believe,” he said softly. “So it shouldn’t have changed.” “Ah,” Doxy conceded softly. Her mouth stayed open as if to add something else, something perhaps more cheerful, bubbly and ordinary and Doxy-like. Something that would lift everyone’s spirits in her usual fashion.

His Majesty smirked up at him. Son? Wait a second. D-Do I hear correctly? Tell me it's not real, tell me it's not true ... if he's a member of the royal family, what have I done? You fool, you don't think. You insulted the prince, Gemma; he was a prince, and I even labeled him a crook. It's a total mess. Out of embarrassment, I glanced down. "Let him go," His Majesty says. "Hey! Thief!" he pointed his finger at me "So, I assume you already know who I am. You try calling your prince a robber. Do you realize I have the authority to imprison you as a consequence of what you said?"

A few seconds later, the trumpets played and Sir Saint opened the doors. “Presenting, the Royal Family of Wilhem.” King Ricardo was in front, wearing a plain white coat with gold linings and an elegant single-layered silver crown. Queen Josephine, who wrapped her arm on King Ricardo’s arm, was wearing a long, asymmetrical plum dress with her hair in a bun and of course, the same crown King Ricardo was wearing. Behind them, was Princess Althea and Prince Thomas. Althea was wearing a yellow pouf dress that reached her knees and she had her hair in a ponytail. Her tiara set perfectly on her head. Thomas was just as simple as his Father but he wore a long sleeve polo and a one-sided brown coat t

The room was simple but elegant, with all of the golden-touched bookshelves on every corner and paintings of the past royalties on the wall. "Long time no see." My eyes quickly darted towards the person who spoke. She was standing next to an office desk, wearing a black wrapped around dress with a grey feather scarf around her neck. She wears a tiara on top of her head, making her look even more beautiful, looking like a twenty-year old lady, she's definitely even prettier than me. I quickly curtsied. "Her Royal Majesty."

We followed the hallway to the end, where Saxon paused, knocking on a door to the left, and waiting for a response. "Come," a calm but authoritative sounding voice said, and Saxon opened the door, waiting for Haden and I to enter, before following us and shutting the door firmly behind him. "Saxon, Haden," he said in greeting, "And you must be our mystery Royal," he said pleasantly, "I must assume that Ava is not your true name?"

Chapter Ten Even the admonishment to herself that she shouldn’t consider the royal palace home couldn’t make it feel less like she was returning after a long absence to a welcome homecoming. The royal family had gathered to greet them, though she didn’t fool herself into believing that they were there for her. She was simply an accessory trailing behind the prince, but she was okay with that. Having them greet her in any other, more familiar way would mean they had realized there was something more to their relationship.

“What question, Your Grace?” “About His Majesty’s whereabouts,” she reminded. I beamed. “Ah. I’m sorry, Your Grace. Yes. Yes. I went to look for His Majesty earlier.” She hugged herself as if calling her Your Grace was repugnant. “Miss Dacianna. That is what I want you to call me. Calling me Your Grace makes my skin crawl. I never want to associate myself with His Majesty. In this palace, I am only the head of the servants. Nothing more. ”

Have any idea, Raja? He was being sarcastic. He was trying to flirt with you but you were being so uncooperative. Trying to flirt? I don't think so. I didn't dwell much on that and continued my walk. Due to curiosity, I asked a court lady as to why they are like preparing for a huge feast. "His Majesty is expecting some royal guests from the kingdom of Ledoss, Lady Ophelia." So that's why. I thought another royalty is celebrating birthday. What a grand way to welcome guests.