Loyalty Vs Royalty Novels & Stories

All were so brilliant. "But value based on the stones, family, place and trade was a void thing. Weigh your numbers and that could go endless. But, that number does not weigh your worth of value. Value is more than that." He smiled. Theres logic in there. "So, what's that?" "Loyalty."

That’s worth celebrating. I let out a bitter laugh. When fear drives respect it doesn't amount to true loyalty Randall. Their submission to my power came from their obligation. Do you think they will take up arms against me if a reason arises?" He moved across the space to my side before directing his eyes toward the same dark forest I stared at. Developing real loyalty requires an extended period. Situations like these form the basis for trust according to you. You’ve given them something they haven’t had in years: Our ruler has grown into a leadership figure who fights for things exceeding her interests.

he says softly, his voice dropping into that low, intimate register meant only for me. "It wasn't hard," I replied, looking up at him. "Kael thinks everything has a price tag. He thinks loyalty is something you demand and buy." Rowan steps closer, his warm hands resting gently on my waist. "And what about you, Aurora? What does it take to earn your loyalty?" "Respect," I say, placing my hands against his chest, feeling the steady, strong beat of his heart underneath. "Protection. And a man who sees my worth without needing a piece of gold to remind him."

"Sometimes they buy a suit and sit at the head of the table." ​Tymoteusz’s smile didn't fade. It broadened just a fraction, revealing a flash of straight, white teeth. ​"An old dog that barks at shadows in the house eventually gets put down, Cypek," he said softly, leaning in just enough that his voice was a mere breath against the dark. "Times are changing. The old ways, the old loyalties, they're expensive. They're slow. And in our business, slowness is a fatal disease."

It was freezing down here, smelling of damp earth and old wine, but the cold was the least of my worries. Victor began to pace. He walked in a slow, deliberate circle around us, the shotgun resting easily in the crook of his arm. He looked like a professor about to give a lecture, totally at ease, while we sat there like prisoners waiting for the executioner. "Loyalty," Victor began, tapping the side of his head. "It’s a funny thing, isn't it? People think it’s something you earn. They think it’s about love or respect. But they’re wrong. Loyalty is about understanding where the power lies. It’s about knowing which hand feeds you and which hand can crush you."

But that's not the case for royalties. Royalties, known as the Lycans, are one of the strongest species of werewolves. They're gifted with the gift of immortality. This means that they don't die unless they get killed. Still, it's rare for them to live forever. The same thing keeps happening all over the royal family. A royal male can't stand other royals around him because royals can challenge each other for the crown.

And her heart caught in the storm between them, terrified of choosing wrong, terrified of losing both. But one thing was certain. Nothing at Royalty College would ever be the same. (hiiii, thank you for sticking with me and reading my book upto this point, I'm really grateful and I wouldn't be here without you guys, I'll keep giving my best, expect more twists and ground breaking scenes, I love y'all)

“Loyalty is a luxury we can’t afford. Not when legacy is at stake.” Their hands clenched into fists, and the palace, their home, stood trembling beneath the gathering storm. ---

“What do you want from me?” “I want loyalty,” Roy said. “Unshakable, permanent loyalty. The kind that doesn’t come with questions or second thoughts.” “I’m giving you everything.” He stepped closer. “No,” he said, voice low. “You’re selling me what you think I want to hear. That’s different.” We were face to face now. My chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, my pulse thudding in my ears. “You said you’d take care of me,” I whispered. “You said I wouldn’t be in her shadow anymore.”

I corrected. Reign said nothing. But I felt his attention like heat against my skin. The board chair cleared his throat. “This isn’t personal.” “It never is,” Ivy said. “Until it is.” Her eyes glinted. “Perhaps we should discuss loyalty.” There it was. The blade. “Loyalty”, Reign repeated coolly, “is measured by action. Not insinuation.” “Then let’s talk about actions,” Ivy said. “For instance, why certain internal projections were accessed last week.”