Romans & histoires Masked Royal

She raised it aloft, the symbol of royalty and the culmination of the coronation. "By the divine investiture bestowed upon me as oracle of the gods, I hereby crown you, Valeria Claire Romero, as the Queen of wolves!" Azura proclaimed, her voice resonating with the divine power she represented. In that moment, the hall filled with a hushed reverence, recognizing the sacredness of the occasion. Valeria, now adorned with the crown, was officially recognized as the chosen ruler. The royal coronation had reached its pinnacle, and a new era had begun under the reign of the crowned queen.

Unpredictable. He turned. In a blur, Damian moved grabbing the maids wrist firmly, halting her movements. At that point, a thousand thoughts spun behind his eyes, but his expression remained unreadable. “Alpha?” The maid whispered, her voice trembling. Silence. The room held its breath. —————— Marisa stood before the mirror, slipping into a deep navy traveling cloak lined with silver. The color of Bluemoon pack. Her pack. Her father’s pack. Behind her, Raul stood silently, his form relaxed but alert. The armor he wore had the insignia of Blackmoon pack, but it was a lie. Everything about him was. A rogue is who he is.

The victorian era, with all the designated wings? What made it worse was that it apparently belonged to Mr King's estranged son that she had no interests knowing but already knew quite a lot about, thanks to the other maids. Apparently, he was in his late twenties, unmarried and very handsome; something they made a point to repeat to her whenever the opportunity arose.

THE LEGEND OF THE VIPER PROLOGUE There were so many ways one could celebrate their twenty first birthday but never had she ever thought it would be this way. Dressed in a black beautiful and exquisite robe with the huge vicious viper on the back, she walked slowly and confident down the aisle as she went to her throne. The hall was crowded with her followers, children to the hilt; all wearing their specific colors. Behind her the Oracle followed her. The only sound that was present was that of the drums being played. She finally arrived and stood there.

After almost a minute, a single leg steps inside, for a moment before the person appear. She stood by the door for a minute, head hell high, as her gaze travel directly to one person. She then started walking directly towards where the royals are sitting down. She majestically walk with grace and power. Her head is held high like a true Queen, looking directly at one person with lips curve to a smile. She wore a simple Ankara gown with a rose gold color Alkaybba which is following her at least 5 meters behind. Five maids by either of her sides follows behind also dressed in a marching attire.

The scent of incense and flowers filled the air, mingling with the perfume of the nobles and the sharp, clean smell of anticipation. Maddox stood at the altar, his back straight, his expression unreadable. He wore the traditional royal vestments of Emberclaw, deep crimson embroidered with gold thread, the sigil of his house stitched over his heart. A crown of silver and rubies rested on his brow, catching the candlelight and scattering it like drops of blood.

“I am sorry.” “For what?” I asked. “For this,” he said pointing a gun at me. “I am required by law well rogue law to surrender you to the rogue king.” “That's fucking funny.” I snapped. “You are the king of these stinky mother fuckers, why the hell would you have to give me up to anyone.” “Because he isnt the rogue King,” Marcus said coming through the door. “You made me wait too long, I am the rogue king.” “You’re fucking hilarious,” I said getting to my feet. “So if you are the fucking king then who did Rachel kill?”

She swallowed, her body suddenly remembering its previous weakness. "No, you are not." Rebekah grasped her face. "You are not." "What would getting married to him do? It would only turn mother against him and she could hurt him even more." "Depends on when she finds out about it." Rebekah grinned. "Have you been gone so long you have forgotten the custom of your own home?" "What are you talking about." "Polygamy is forbidden here, especially in the royal family. They see it as a sure way to ensure an heir is produced. So female or male, royals are only allowed one husband. You can't marry another while your first is still alive."

He flashed a last smile and walked out. Tears wailed up in my eyes but I sniffed and hold it back. I felt empty and went back to my chamber. “Milady, Milady, wake up, there's good news”Reena excited voice woke me up. I yawned “What is it? “ “Guess what? We got news, His Majesty got Her Highness and they managed to avoid the war, no one knew what His Majesty gave in exchange for his mother, but they will be back in 3 days, gosh everyone is happy the Palace without His Majesty….. “