His Royal Highness Book Novels & Stories

what's his deal? "It's okay, Sir Angelo. The whole royal family is aware," Prince Keith said from the inside of the room. He glared at me for a solid 15 seconds before moving out of the way. "Keep your hands to yourself," He whispered at me. Princess Ruthy's room was even bigger than Prince Keith's. She had a nice king-sized bed with a rose-colored bedding and white covers. She had a beige double-door wardrobe and a marble bathroom. On the other side of the room, she had two tall shelves filled with books and photo albums.

What would my life had looked like, if the Royals hadn't fallen? And then there were the so many questions surrounding Royal powers. It was all enough to make my head spin. I sighed deeply, closing my eyes and resting my head into my hands, rubbing my temples gently. Haden, observant as ever, immediately cut off mid-sentence, to lean forward to check on me, his hand on my back, rubbing soothingly.

Daniel stormed into the palace, his footsteps echoing sharply against the marble floors of the palace hall. The massive doors slammed behind him with a thud that seemed to shake the ancient chandeliers overhead. Servants scattered at the sight of his furious expression, bowing hastily and disappearing into side corridors. His blood was boiling. He didn’t bother knocking as he pushed open the doors to the royal study. Inside, his parents sat waiting like kings on their thrones. King Reginald Knight leaned back in his high backed leather chair, fingers placed under his chin, while Queen Eleanor sat beside him, her posture elegant and proud, a diamond necklace glittering coldly on her neck.

~ BAILEY ~ We step into the opulent foyer of the apartment. It is no less and no more elegant and luxurious than Nick’s. The hues are a bit lighter than what Nick evidently prefers and the styles are dissimilar in terms of historical vs. modern, but other than that… Yeah. No expense spared here. Or on any inch of this palace. We’re greeted by a butler, who tells us, “His Majesty is waiting for you, Your Highness.” So king father still likes to be denoted as such. I tuck that away.

“Wow,'' I mumbled to myself as I made my fingers glide from one book to another. They are all so beautiful. This is how books should be treated— with grace and care and all the special treatment there is— not left somewhere in a dark corner to collect dust and rot as the paper gets shredded by rats or by the time. I was so mesmerised that I was not able to notice that another person was also with me inside the Royal Library, browsing through the contents of a shelf labelled— financial transcripts and records. “Duchess Fortess?” said the voice. it made me snap from my trance and made me flinch as I turned around. I retreated my extended arm back to my body and when I looked at the owner of th

He was simply stating facts, and that made them hurt more. “I want to prove myself,” I said quietly. “I need to. For Adele. For the crown that was taken from me.” Tyson flicked ash from the cigarette. “Good. Because I need you to prove it too.” He looked at me directly. “Do you know about the Black Book?” I shook my head. “No.” He took one last drag and dropped the cigarette into the water. It hissed and disappeared. “It’s a book that holds the darkest secrets of the royal family. It will deliver the royal family straight to my hands.”

“So, you read the books. The history of the royals?” “It wasn’t just history,” I replied, my tone sharp. “It was a twisted tale of manipulation and betrayal, century after century. And I want to know where I fit into all of this. Are you trying to protect me from the royals? Because if you think you can hide my existence from them for long, you’re delusional. So tell me, what do you really want?” He studied me for a moment, his eyes betraying nothing. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “There is one crucial detail those books didn’t mention,” he said after a long pause.

I look over at Savannah and say mindlessly, "This pattern it's on one of the guys in the photo I got from that secret organisation. I keep wondering if it is something important if the guys in that photo are of importance.." "That pattern is of the Royal Family crest... Did you say the photo you have is of a guy with this pattern on him? Where on him?" "It is hard to see, but it is on his neck... Is he someone of importance?" "Yes... He is the High Prince of these parts.." "Wow…” The High Prince, that means there is no way that I would be able to get close to them, an image of the male I seem to be drawn to flashes in my head and I wonder who or what he is to this prince, without thinking I

Jubi held up a box, “this one is for you. From Royal.” She frowned as she looked to him and noted he was watching her carefully. “What is it?” “You need to open it to find out.” Jubi laughed. She gingerly unwrapped the square container and then lifted the lid off the box and stared at the little book with confusion. Then her heart leapt to her throat. “Royal,” she whispered. She lifted the book and stared at the cover. It was simply titled “Precious years one through five.” “Famke!” Precious looked over her shoulder to see what it was. “It’s about me!” She leaned back laughing, “that’s funny. Uncle Royal, you gave Famke a book about me?”

I didn't hesitate to go through most of his things and seeing what he had in there ,I couldn't help but laugh . There was just much about him here but I couldn't tell there was a lot more that I could ever think of and staring at the books he had at the end of the room ,my curiosity took the better part of me and I just didn't hesitate to go through most of them but then the books that were here we're all about royalty and how to make a good king and the steps to be a good king . I looked at it with various things going through my head ,why did he have that much stuff just right here ,I just couldn't place my hands on it no matter how hard I tried to ,it was just as if nothing was going to e