Novel & Cerita Rags To Royalty

“Please don’t misunderstand—I am not rejecting you. I simply want to emphasize that, regardless of whether a formal marriage contract exists between us, I will still deploy every resource at my disposal to assist the Barrington family. Because you deserve nothing less.” He adjusted his stance, his gaze resolute. “If you feel constrained or burdened by this arranged engagement, I will personally speak to my father and arrange to dissolve our alliance immediately.” His gaze remained completely honest and open. “And then, I will begin pursuing you properly—simply as an ordinary man.” I gazed at his characteristically cool, detached face, now filled with an unprecedented sincerity, and a smile s

They turned to look when Marco and Sabrina walked toward them and the ones who weren't wearing a green or purple pendant on their collar stepped to the side and dropped to a knee out of respect. “Good evening, everyone,” Marco said, as he and Sabrina walked by. The two made their way into the main room and Sabrina's gaze moved toward the very back, where the King of Orsino sat on his throne. He looked regal and proud as he gazed out at the audience. Seated next to him was Queen Magdalena. She sat with a smug expression on her face, as though she was too good for even her own party. Surrounding the royalty were guards, but also guests. Many of them appeared to be nobles, based on their expens

“Peggy!” Mrs Jones, the royal tutor, shouted down the hall. Peggy giggled and sprinted away. For all her years growing up in the royal castle, Peggy had never quite fit in with the royal family. Perhaps it was because she was only a cousin to the regent princess. Maybe she was just different, as the court liked to call her. Peggy didn’t much care either way. She was allowed a great deal of freedom, especially compared to other human royal courts. Songtar had always been a permissive kingdom in the continent of Albiontё, even before their marriage alliance with the werewolf pack to the North.

Hundred thousand dollars!" A noble lady from the crowd shouted. "Two hundred thousand!" Samantha Hartgrave said without breaking a sweat. "It looks like an auction is happening here, Cardi?" Diana asked Cardi as they made their entrance into Trevor's stadium. "Yes! That's why I came over," Cardi explained. "The Royal family is auctioning the hair of Queen Ximena Hiroto." "Queen... Ximena Hiroto?" Diana blinked, confused. "Who in hades is that? And why is she selling her hair?"

he says, just loud enough for me to catch his words. “We have a bigger problem,” one of the rogues says nearby. “Royals are closing in.” “They’ll pass,” he growls, his hands grabbing for my shorts. He tears them off, the fabric ripping against my skin and making me gasp. The air is cold as he tugs on whatever is left of my top. I try to fight his hands off of my body, but he is stronger, quicker, and my top is ripped off in the process of our scuffle. “She’s going to need some relief. It’s only right that I help her.”

I wondered who this person could be. My eyes trailed down, taking in his attire. He was dressed in a magnificent ensemble befitting royalty. He wore a regal robe, its fabric a deep shade of crimson that draped gracefully around his frame. The robe was adorned with intricate patterns of gold thread, adding an opulent touch to his attire. It seemed to shimmer with every movement, catching the light and commanding attention.

“You've made everything fall into place just nicely.” Mary’s smile turns sharp. “He’s royal. It’s perfect.” My father’s eyes glitter. “It’s strategic. It’s a ladder your mother has been clawing at for years, and you’ve simply… been kind enough to become the final rung.” My throat burns. I force the words out anyway. “You’re the Rogue King.” The candle flames flicker as if the building itself reacts. His smile turns almost affectionate. “There it is,” he says. “The brain behind the teeth.”

Jake said in anger. "She is here because she belongs to be here. Nobody has a fucking right to claim her as theirs," Raf’s voice boomed again, and with that, his clan members shifted into their wolves. Jake and the other rogue wolves who came with him also shifted into their wolves. However, there was a massive difference between the wolves belonging to the Royal Clan and the rogue wolves. The wolves of the Royal Clan were giant and muscular, while the rogue wolves were looking like tiny goats in front of them.

He wore a perfectly tailored black suit, his presence so powerful it was hard to breathe. He didn’t spare the struggling Ethan a single glance. He walked straight to me. Rogan. The legendary Lycan King. He slid the coat from his own shoulders—the one bearing the royal crest—and draped it over me, covering my torn dress and my shame. Then, in front of everyone, he dropped to one knee. “You did well, my Queen. The Goddess did not abandon you. She saved you for me.” He took my hand and pressed a reverent kiss to my cold fingertips.

“Just saying I feel the tension pouring off you, Soren.” “I’m tense because this isn’t how this was supposed to go.” “You thought she’d just let this slide?” “She’s a royal. She has an endless supply of money–” “You know who her grandfather is, right? King Ryatt? King of the Rogues? Shadow King of the Roguelands? He’s the reason we’re not under the yoke of the old kings anymore. He was a slave, like us. You think he lets the women in his family forget where they came from and how easily their life of luxury could be taken away? I don’t think you’re giving the princess enough credit.”