Indian Royal Novels & Stories

Percy warned. "Yes my prince," Kamil replies and started the car. He drove out of the airport car park into the street. Everyone thought life is easy for the royal family of the Anderson because they had it all. The money, power, and authority but that wasn't the case for Percy. He was the crown prince of the Katula kingdom but he lacks love and care. His parent married out of love and so he doesn't know the word love and doesn't even believe in it. Percy looked through the window shield and thought about how imperfect his life was. Although his pictures were plastered in almost every tall building in the kingdom, his life didn't feel the same. He was just hiding under the name 'crown prince

“Priestess, please come in,” he said and offered her a seat but she kept standing. “I can tell you are worried but it’s okay. Everything seems to be ready now, soon she will be awakening but there are a few things you need to bear in mind before she does.” “I think I heard enough of it.” “It’s not what you heard but something else different.” “Tell me.” “Rules are rules and we have to abide by them. The royal tailor department received orders already so don’t panic. When she woke up, she won’t be able to dress like any usual lady out there but she must wear what her predecessors used to wear.”

It was a foreign feeling and moreover she felt lonely. She may be married but she never wanted to have a relationship with anyone and forget about marriage. Her hands traces along the spectacular shaped hedges and trees as she walked about in the secluded part of the palace grounds. She takes a sharp turn and her mouth dropped open. With a sleek and sexy side ponytail, a yellow tradition Indian lehenga and a flower made crown was the fourth Prince’s mother watering the little flowers and plants. She was radiant and the sun kissed her skin making it glow.

"We have the business dinner at seven. Be back with plenty of time to dress properly." "I will," Jake promised, already heading for the door. The freedom of being away from his father's watchful eye, even temporarily, lightened his step as he made his way down the corridor. The Royal was truly magnificent. Jake wandered through the grand atrium, past boutiques selling items that cost more than most people's monthly salaries, and eventually found himself near one of the smaller performance venues. A sign outside announced "Rehearsal in Progress - Staff Only," but the door was slightly ajar, and the haunting notes of a violin drifted through.

“For richer and for richer, till death do you part?” “I do” “Do you Vanessa Decruz accept to be the Queen along side your king?” “I do” “Do you Vanessa Decruz promise to serve the country and its citizen along side your king with diligence and utmost dedication?” “I do” “With the power vested in me as the officiating priest and the former king, I declare you Vanessa Decruz, which will be known henceforth as Vanessa Amaan, as the Wife of Richard Amaan and the Queen of the nation”

I could remember the horrific looks on everyone’s faces! Zack wasn’t still talking to me even after the coronation. I wondered what his problem was. Didn’t he know that a King and Queen had to work together to make a beautiful nation? I understood he lost his father but how come I was the only one he didn’t converse with? I summoned the royal doctor this morning, due to the constant diarrhea I had. I noticed she looked moody when he entered. “My Queen, Good morning,” she said. The royal doctor was a middle-aged woman who wore a thick-rimmed glasses that made her look professional.

"Let's just say his manners of working were diverse from mine. Anyway, that is in the past, and I am trying to create bridges and allies; after all, war is coming, and you know that." Secretly, Alpha Jefferson had never gotten over the fact that Henry had done so much more decently than him after the war. The man outranked him in just about every way—he was far wealthier, his country pack was grander, and his gentility was greater. And the ultimate injustice: Alpha Henry had maintained the favour of King George III, who'd conveyed an Order of the Garter honour to him and given him a job as Governor of India! The first and famous British governor-general of India, who dominated Indian affairs

It wasn’t his fault he was born of royal blood, and all I have to do is carry that with him. “How about my son here, Thomas?” King Ricardo suddenly perched. I heard two different things that moment. Coughing and laughing. The coughing was from me and Thomas, and the laughing was from Althea and Keith. “I’m sorry, what?” Thomas, who was in front of King Ricardo, almost drowned in his water. “Thomas is a likely suitable partner for Ruthy. He is of royal blood, he has the looks, the brains and the manners. They would rule Rinovea marvelously,” King Ricardo added.

Looking at me he said, “You are the harbinger of good news. We are blessed with a son.” I was told that his only son, the crown prince Madhavrao Scindia was born on that day around the time I had set foot in the state of Gwalior. I performed the puja and stayed there for a month before returning to Kathmandu.” He looked at me in an introspective mood, “The fire puja that I had performed as per the wishes of the maharaja was for the welfare and prosperity of the people, and the benevolence and goodwill of it is still with the dynasty. If my history is not incorrect, he was the only Indian ruler to have continued as the Rajpramukh for many more years after the country’s independence. Two of hi

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.