Lords Royal Novels & Stories

Logan Nielsen "Are you serious that you want to take over the throne next year?" I asked my oldest son, Leonardo. "Yes, father. I'm ready." "How about your bride?" "Father, we're not living in the old days anymore. I still can rule without someone by my side. You know that I'm capable of rule." He's right. Leonardo always wanted the throne so bad. He was born to rule Denmark and everyone loves him. Everyone believes that Leonardo will be a great King.

"And now, on behalf of the polo association and the 37th annual charity ball of Rome, we would like to introduce his royal highness, Prince Friederike Pilsen-Chamberlain, the crown prince of Wales and future King of England." The crowd roared and clapped. "I'll just be a sec, darling." He smiled and said to Pearl, leaving her side for only the second time that evening.

This may be due to the fact that he possesses the talent and appearance that correspond to the distinctive characteristics that can only be found in the royal line. If a person was descended from the royal family of the Knight kingdom, then they would have pure red eyes, the color of which would be comparable to that of a pure ruby that had been dipped in fresh blood. The color red, which is associated with both death and power, is chosen to symbolize his high status and his ability to successfully run the country.

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.

They each wore a simple but lovely circlet of gold, with small Dragon wings on either side and sculpted flames around it. The group knelt as they seated themselves on the thrones. Captain Cyros said, “Your Majesties, may I present Blade Master Kolton and Sir Braedon of the Black Knights.” After speaking, Cyros moved aside to stand near the side door. “Rise,” said the king, his voice a pleasing baritone. Randey stood along with the others, taking a closer look at the royal couple. The King was not as old as he had expected. No older than his father had been, surely. He had a strong but kindly face, set off by a closely trimmed beard. His hair was black, and his dark eyes were those of a man o

It's possibly standing in as the head manager of this colossal management company that comes with its own outrageous perks. Some of them include being covert while getting paid well. Also, not looking behind your back all the damn time. And the lesser know perks include flirting with royalty at your own will. The kind that the lesser people never have a clue about what goes on in the lives of royal men. I don't know what attracted me to Ryker. Under his dangerously handsome looks, and charming, easy-going personality, there's something insanely sexy about him. He knows how to control situations and manipulate things that suit him and his eclectic tastes. He always gets anything he wants and

The Queen, with her maternal wisdom, looks at me with tenderness. "Alexandre, I understand your concerns and desires. You are my son, and I want you to be happy. But I also recognize the importance of his responsibilities as a future king." A member of the court, known for his wisdom and balance, intervenes. "Prince Alexander, your happiness is essential, but it is essential to find a balance between your real obligations and your personal choices. Remember that, as a leader, your decisions affect not only you, but the whole kingdom."

Thorian chuckled in response, his amusement clear in his eyes, causing Rolf to roll his own eyes in mock exasperation. Thorian, never one to shy away from a challenge, responded with a hint of bravado. "Now, we all know that's a joke, because you won't survive a minute on a battleground with me," he boasted confidently. Rolf frowned, acknowledging the undeniable truth in Thorian's words. Thorian's strength, inherited from his lycan lineage, was unparalleled, and he was destined to become the next king, overshadowing his royal lineage.

His heart made a beat as he recalled the feel of her lips on his, and the sound of her voice when she said majesty, he could sense the sadness on it. Nonetheless, he shifted his mind away, wanting to face the work ahead of him, today he wanted to reveal the state of the community business, how ministers of accounting and finance had embezzled the profit. As he soaked, his seamstress reentered the room with his royal robe. The robe was made of the finest silk and embroidered with gold thread. It was a deep crimson color, the color of royalty, and was cut in a way that accentuated the King's broad shoulders and powerful physique.

Or if he’s earnest and is amused I can’t comprehend what he’s saying. “What doesn’t fall into your belief system, Bailey? That royals exist? How do you explain Kate and William? I’d say Meghan and Harry, but they flew the coop, so I suppose they’re not the best of examples for the royal family as a whole or as a concept, and—” “Where is this castle of yours?” I interject before he really gets rolling and I can’t find a single excuse not to take stock in this direction in which he’s headed.