Her Royal Majesty Novels & Stories

She recognized the woman immediately. “This photo is of the graceful Queen Magdalena,” Winston said. “I'll presume you don't know the history, but the Queen is not Prince Marco's mother. She was wed to King Carlo many years ago and has reigned as Queen over our wonderful country ever since. She is a powerful woman.” That's the woman I saw upstairs, Sabrina thought. That's the lady that was running down the hall and into the bedroom with the shirtless man. Shock filled her body and she couldn't stop staring blatantly at the photo. Winston took notice immediately.

My mum and grandmum get instant updates since they are too keen to know my whereabouts. It's nothing new. Since the instant they crowned me with the prince title, fifth-in-line to ascend the throne, I became hot property around our St. Frances Dauphin Castle. I had my own security detail since I was a day old. The day I got out of the hospital, the people were after me. The photographers were waiting outside patiently. Knees and bones on the ground, trying to take photos of me. I still have those photos of me lying around along with the Royal Insignia in my grandma's lair or maybe somewhere.

I needed him to recharge my energy and my hope because, at the moment, they were already dwindling. “Announcing the arrival of His Royal Highness, King Essak the Third, of the Kingdom of Absalom, together with Her Royal Highness, The Princess Royal Adessa Margaret Valiana of Absalom.” A loud voice echoed around us as I stood before a tall, massive, and beautifully carved double door separating the private room from the banquet. My hold on my father’s arm tightened, and I felt him tapping my hand gently as the majestic door opened. The scent of freshly baked pastries and coffee swirled around me, perfectly mixing with the alluring smell of jasmine and other blooms all over the hall.

"And who told you that she won't show up? Sarah is standing right over there; are you too blind to see her? You are a werewolf; how come your vision is this bad? The next line of words that followed my stepmother's words not only shocked me but also shocked everyone present in the room. What the heck? Did Her Majesty just insult my stepmother? And did she just defend me in front of everyone? Shocking. This is unbelievable. The queen mother is regarded for her calmness and regality. This comes as a surprise. "Come here, my dear, come and sit beside me; you look very beautiful in that dress," as if the first one was not enough; her majesty dropped another bombshell on us. She wants me to sit b

"As I'll ever be." The doors swung open with theatrical slowness, and the herald's voice rolled through the hall like thunder: "Her Royal Highness, Emeline Maxwell, Alpha Queen of the United Realm, Guardian of the Ancient Pacts, Protector of All Packs." A sea of faces turned toward me—an ocean of curiosity, assessment, and expectation. The hall itself seemed to hold its breath. Sunlight streamed through stained glass, painting the marble floor in jewel tones that shifted across my dress as I walked. Columns soared toward heaven, draped with garlands of white and purple flowers, their sweet scent hanging in the air like a benediction.

She comes to me, removes the crown of her head, and gives it back to me. I let her know that I am so glad to see her and know that she is a perfect fit to be the rules of this kingdom.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

The ladies burst into laughter and Her highness frowned a little. “What do you mean?” she asked. I sighed and decided to let it out. “because I am not….” “His Majesty the King” I frowned,he wasn't supposed to be here. This will be harded than I thought. His Majesty came in with a cold face, he looks like someone owes in money. And he's as handsome as usual. We all bowed in respect for him. “I thought you are busy, what are you doing here?” Her highness asked “I was done so I decided to come see you, it hard to see you these days” he replied sounding a bit warm, guess he loves his mother.

How is she always so energetic? "I swear His Majesty won't be able to take his eyes off you, and neither will any of the men attending this party. You are going to wreck this party!" I found myself smiling broadly at what she said. I can't help but imagine what it will feel like to have His Majesty stare at me like I am the most precious gem he has seen. Ah! What am I even thinking? "Where is the Royal stylist? I need to give her a huge tip for this. She did splendid!"

I tell. I wouldn't miss her so much if she was anything less than what I have described. She was a rare being, just like the woman by my side. She may not have been badass, full of attractive danger, but she must have been known for her good heart which is rare amongst Royals. "Was she irresistibly beautiful too?" her Majesty asks. "You clearly didn't get your looks from your ugly father." My father wasn't exactly ugly, he wasn't good-looking either. Her Majesty has her standards though. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I am glad I fit her description of it.