Loyalty Vs Royalty Novels & Stories

“I have people for that.” “Employees aren’t the same thing.” I shrug lightly. “They obey you because you’re powerful. That’s different.” Something unreadable flickers briefly across his face. “Different how?” he asks quietly. “People don’t hand over power permanently just because they’re scared,” I continue. “Fear works short-term. Loyalty works longer. Profit works in between.” For one second his expression shifts into something distant enough that I almost miss it entirely. “And how do you know that?” he asks softly.

“But I'm not sure how this all relates.” “It means, my dear child, that your father is of royal blood,” Carlo explained, his eyes lighting up. “With his lineage, not only is he royal blood, but he can be knighted for his ancestor's battle bravery. If your father becomes a Knight of Orsino, and you are his next of kin, then you are no longer considered common blood. Far from it.” Sabrina's knees went weak and she held onto Marco for support. “You mean...” she whispered.

He looked up, eyes bright like Cyrus’, loyal like Cyrus’. “Yes, Mother?” Always polite. Always gentle. Always his father’s son. I walked toward him and sat on the edge of his bed. “Do you know what loyalty costs?” He blinked. “I… I'm not sure.” “Everything,” I whispered. “Loyalty costs everything, especially when it’s given to someone who sees you as replaceable.” His face fell slightly, confused. Good. Confusion was the first step. Doubt would come next. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Silas loud and strong voice cleared out the unwanted vibe created earlier. "Isn't funny how humans sacrifice nature for their wants and then build an artificial version of it? They have the chance to protect and enjoy the nature in their own hands but they've been blinded by success and money." Jet nodded with the statement even if Silas seems to attack them with his words. Strangely, he liked his toughness and straightforward words. "We're sorry to hear that," Raze answered. "Now that you know about the place, let me introduce you the Royals of Red Woods."

He marches towards me and picks me up, placing me back on the bed “I warned you, I will mark you if you keep disobeying me” Squeezing my lips together into a thin line and furrowing my brow, he raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something “I really am the last one of my kind” it was not what he was expecting me to say Daryl nods his head at me “You are” "What does this Royalty thing mean?" "It means that there were once some very powerful wolves, these wolves were known as Royals and truth be told, no one actually knew why." He stands up and walks to the door, carefully closing it. "The Royal blood line was a force in itself"

“And loyalty deserves to be remembered.” Elder Valkil’s lips curved faintly, almost indulgently. “Ah, loyalty. Such a fragile commodity these days, isn’t it? One can spend decades cultivating it, only to watch it scatter like dust at the faintest wind.” He walked casually toward the window, trailing his hand along the carved wood as if the Alpha’s office were his to stroll. “But rare loyalties, like Joyce’s… those are investments.” Cole hummed. “And yet investments still bleed out on the battlefield, don’t they?”

It was once a power that dates back to the first Were kings, who wielded it to command loyalty from their subjects and assure them that they are worthy of their loyalty and reverence. If the Were Royal who made the Oath didn't follow through, they will be punished, depending on the severity of the Oath they made. The heavier the promise, the severe the punishment. Now, the Were Royals make it a point to hide the existence of the Oath as much as possible. They even erased records of it from the Royal Library. However, the Lycans are well aware of the whole thing and they refuse to forget it as a reminder that even the Were Royals have a weakness and somehow, someday, they'll be able to use it

"What are you talking about? Of course it is!" "It isn't." I stated bluntly. "What is there to differentiate royals from ordinary Moroi? It is almost nothing but a title that has others fawning over them. Being a royal offers no advantages. It's not like they're extra powerful or anything. A royal is only a royal because of their family name, because of something that their ancestors had done thousands of years ago." "Kai, royalty is royalty. It establishes a system that is much easier to follow, that is all. Without the existence of royal families, the election of monarchy is much harder than you could possibly imagine. Think of it as having different political parties."

“But true loyalty isn’t about following one wolf’s hunger for control. It’s about standing up for what’s best for everyone.” Murmurs rippled through the group, a subtle but unmistakable shift in the atmosphere. Some of them were starting to doubt him, starting to see through the mask Elijah wore so carefully. He saw it too, and his eyes flashed with anger. “You’re poisoning their minds with weakness,” Elijah growled, stepping forward, his voice low and dangerous. “Loyalty is strength. And anyone who questions that deserves what’s coming.” “No, Elijah,” I said, my voice steady. “Loyalty is earned. And you’ve done nothing but tear it apart.”

Amelia spoke up, "I make great coffee and I can make it to be a good negotiator." Her mind mocked, "Really!" Chris chuckled, "Good negotiator, very well then. And coffee is a major requirement." Amelia smiled a little. Chris was about to ask something again but got stopped as a voice came from right behind Amelia. "Do you think of yourself as a loyal person?" It was Nathan and the words froze Amelia. Nathan walked past her and stood beside Chris as his eyes held Amelia captive. Amelia got dumbfounded, "What?" "Loyalty is Royalty, Miss Zones. And a very important quality that we want to see in our employees." Nathan stated in a cold voice, "So, do you consider yourself loyal?"