Lords Royal Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I remembered learning that this was a sign of respect for high-ranking officials or royalty—positioning ourselves at the edges of the room, either individually or together. It wasn’t hard to distinguish the full hybrid royalty from their cousins. Their strides and auras were thick and effortless, and their beauty was striking. I obviously couldn’t gawk at them, but a careful glance confirmed it. Thankfully, I was just wall decor until the king arrived—or didn’t, as it seemed he might not show up. The hybrid killer was truly disturbing them, especially the loud woman, who seemed to be the king’s aunt. “Calm down, Aunt Viktoria. I’ve spoken to Landon. He’ll convince him,” a female voice said s

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

"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.

Laura asked as she prepared Leo for the stroll. “Lions are known to be kings of the jungle, am I correct? That means lions are of royalty, class. And I can tell that your champion has a majestic flair to his aura,” I explained. “That was very kind of you, Robert. Thank you,” she smiled. I nodded briefly, an acknowledgement of her response.