Romans & histoires Masked Royal

And the maiden's ears visibly turns pink as she starts to unbutton his designated robe with trembling hands looking away from his broad, hard chest. Darian smirks. It takes a few minutes, but finally he is being dressed in his official attire as crowned Prince; deep red, heavy tunic that has gold embroidery scattered all over the front. After which a dark cloak is placed over him next, held in place by a golden clasp that held the moonveil's royal crest. Jewelry next... Rings lining each finger, chains on his neck, until he looks imposing and rich. Moonveil was no ordinary kingdom; it dominated more than half of the werewolf trade routes, and it's influence stretched across werewolves territ

We didn't know what to expect, but we were all patient. A messenger raced in with great force, and at that point he was breathless. “Urgent report!” “What is it again this time?” Elder Bram barked authoritatively. The messenger bowed, his breathing still not unsteady. “As we speak now, the Ravenfall borders have been breached. A masked force, which is twenty, or maybe more than that. They all headed straight for the royal vault, but ensured to leave a message behind." He shoved his hand inside his cloak, and pulled out a blood stained scroll and read aloud to the hearing of everyone present. And it read:

“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”

The headlines had been screaming for seventy-two hours. THORNE BETRAYS STERLING FOR LAURENT. THE RETURN OF THE KING: AXIOM GLOBAL MERGES WITH EUROPEAN GIANT. Maeva Sterling stood before the towering arched mirrors of the Royal Palace's grand foyer, her face a cold, flawless mask of stone. She wore a spectacular, custom-tailored blood-red silk gown that clung to her curves like a second skin, exposing her elegant collarbones and her left hand, which still bore the faint, fading scars of the shattered wine glass. She looked like a lethal, untouchable goddess—a queen who had come to declare war, not to mourn a loss.

He waited for her to wrap her hand around his but she walked past him. He chuckled lightly before holding his heart. Keisha, also known as Blood Moon, has always been like this to him, but he dared not care. Upon arriving at the venue, Keisha stood outside the car with her arms crossed, looking at the mansion. "Pardon me." She looked behind and saw a man towering over her wearing a black suit, and a red mask covering his eyes and nose with hideous colored pink hair. She furrowed her eyebrows and so did he.

But I expected it. My lips curled into a smile. “A noble sentiment,” I replied, tilting my head slightly, I added, “But unnecessary.” Jasper’s smile was beginning to strain. “And why is that?” A door at the far end of the hall opened. Heavy, measured footsteps echoed against the marble floor, filling the grand chamber with a palpable shift in energy. Gasps filled the room. Sir Langston The best knight in the empire. The man who trained the Crown Prince. A warrior whose name sent shivers through enemy ranks. And my aunt’s husband, thus family.

Amy was standing there as Henry knelt beside the body. "Who are you?" I asked Amy standing in front of her. "The Queen" She mocked me. "No more games Aubrey Blaine. No more games. Face the true monarch bravely. Don't hide behind a façade. Face me and end this. Remove your mask." I spoke pointedly at her.

Dangerous. I turned to the maid who had been hovering quietly by the wall. “Can you find out what’s happening?” I asked softly. She hesitated only a second before nodding. “I’ll be back,” she said as she slipped out. The seconds stretched.. When the maid returned, her face was pale. “My lady,” she said quietly, closing the door behind her. “There are royals here. From the Valenti–Blood Moon pack.” The words hit me like a blow.

•• Arabella’s POV ••• A few months had passed, and today was Max’s inauguration day. I watched with pride as Mom passed Max the Alpha King’s crown. “Ari, Ari,” Iris nudged me. “Look at our mate! He’s looking sooooo handsome!” I laughed as I heard my wolf. “He always looks handsome.” “I know, but those special Alpha King clothes make him look even dapper,” she howled proudly. The special inauguration clothes were actually ordinary black suits with embroideries of wolves on them in the color of the new royal pack. My dress was the same, too, and to be honest, Max did look... handsome and majestic, just like a King should be.

The frantic thrum of my heart seeming unbearably loud, reminding me that I’ve lost all my rights in this place. “Shouldn’t the royal masks hold when I’m twenty?.” Chase’s face darkening, and he takes on a sardonic tone. “Father, I just turned eighteen.” “Pushing nineteen. Your marriage has to happen as soon as possible.” He retorts in a tone that’s not to be argued with and I notice Chase's expression turning frostier. The Royal masks is a party hosted by the royal family when a crown prince wants to take a wife. All the seven kingdoms are gathered to fest and merry and to watch as he marks his mate and seal their bond.