I Became The Tutor Of The Royal Twins Novels & Stories

she exclaimed, only to shrink away like a frightened bunny from the seething fury of flames rolling off the woman, who just so happened to be her royal tutor. "Princess Luna, how many times are you going to fall asleep?! You're a young adult now, the successor to your father's throne, and it's time for you to start preparing and taking your royal duties seriously!" angrily yelled the Royal Tutor. With her hair pulled back into a tight bun, Luna could visibly see the angry veins sticking out on her forehead. The woman's voice was so loud that Luna almost fell out of her seat as her eardrums were about to burst.

I begin, “are they…is she—” “Yep,” Lucas cuts in. “They're twins. The Watson twins. Ivy and Roxanne.” He gestures to me to keep on walking, and slowly, the crowd of students who stopped to glance at the girls break apart, returning to their usual rush. “They're billionaire kids,” he continues. “The whole school knows them.” I raise a brow. “Let me guess, they're proud and snobbish.” “Well…” Lucas shrugs. “Ivy is. She's essentially the pomp queen of the school, that one. But Roxanne is… she's different.”

She instantly sent me a warm, appreciative smile at the sight of the two beings next to me. "My apologies for the interruption, Luna, but His Majesty, King Theodore would like to see you in his study. Now if possible." She said, emphasising the 'now' silently before smiling apologetically at the two children next to me. "And Advisor Noah would like to see you two in the Greenhouse." Audible whines of displeasure left the twins' mouths, making a quiet giggle leave my lips. I looked at them just to softly smile at the disappointment marring their two identical features.

She walked them through the basics like a natural, and I found myself feeling proud. The twins did a good impression of not knowing what the hell she was talking about, but the jig was up when she tested them on what she'd taught them. It had been an hour or more since they'd walked into the room. Now to see maestros at their best. "You… this is perfect, how did you…?" She looked from one to the other. "Oh, we don't really need a tutor; we just wanted to be your friend." "And we didn't want your stepsister to tag along." Well, they are Draco's kids, straight to the fucking point.

she added as I burst out laughing. Bedtime for the twins came and went soon I was sitting on the sofa eating popcorn with Ivy watching some teen romance when my private lift opened. "Excuse me your highness Beta Casey would like to speak with you." a Palace footman said, he seemed a little uneasy as he bowed. "Alright." I replied. Standing up I struggled to pull on my discarded trainers. "Ivy can you keep an eye on the twins for me." I asked slightly out of breath. "Yes your Highness." she smiled as I waddled toward the lift.

“My King, you sound as healthy as the last of our meeting. You bring joy to this old mother.” She replied to Father. Staying close in attention, the two twins started to examine everything we did. I remained close to my parents, fearing those shredding us with their stares. Isabella had stood still next to me, just a bit back, when I heard her gasp. Looking behind me, Irvan was having a small conversation with my servant. I’m aware Irvan is older than me, yet so is Isabella. “Seems the new king to have already a sport in his marriage to the young lady,” said one twin, “such a shame, the lady is a well-behaved girl.

I look at him blankly. “Kael says it’s safer here.” King Alaric’s expression shifts into something that might charitably be called incredulous disgust. “My son,” he says slowly, “is a complete moron. And you’re an even bigger one for listening to him.” My mouth falls open. I’ve never heard anyone speak about the Crown Prince this way. “From tomorrow,” he continues as if he hasn’t just insulted the heir to his throne, “I’m assigning you proper royal tutors. Etiquette, court protocol, languages, history—everything a future queen needs to know.”

Nodding, the servant girl, straightening her posture slightly and walked into the room, obliging the young raven harpy's request. Helping the twins wasn't entirely unusual. Lyla often assisted both of them as a handmaid. The more special the occasion, the more likely the twins would often request one, and usually specific staff members of the household. In this way, they were the exact opposite of their mother and knew every member of staff. You could even go as far as to say, the girls were friends with Lyla, despite the steep power dynamic between them as royals and servants. The twins never normally seemed to care, at least not when their mother was around! Even when she was, the twins wo

“You finally remembered. Now go to your rooms and fix yourselves. Don’t come to her campus looking like that. Both of you were the ones who insisted on picking her up today and yet, you forgot?” The two rushed to their rooms while Mira went to the library to finish her school project. Larry and Tau who were watching the scene with me proudly smiled. “The princess has become so matured,” he said wistfully. “The queen raised her well.” I raised my brow. “Just the queen?” Tau laughed. “Pardon me, your majesty,” the butler replied. “I meant your majesty and her highness had raised the princess well. And as for the twins… they grew up very charming at least.”

Chapter 10 "Looks like something is wrong with this lady here," she took her seat right beside Maya. "Yeah a lot," she groaned. "Go on,tell me everything I promise to find solutions to them all if it is something I can do though," Maya chuckled. "Today I met my twin sister," I started. "Glad I told you before you left this morning then things will have gone cranky big time," She breathed. She walked up to her with frown face,"I just don't get it. Why do you make me attend The Royal?,"