Red White And Royal Blue Novels & Stories

The future stretched before her like a radiant path, one she would walk with James by her side, their love growing even stronger with every step. The wedding venue was a breathtaking vision of red and white hues, a perfect blend of elegance and passion. Since red was the chosen motif, it dominated the decor, creating an atmosphere that felt both intimate and regal. Towering floral arrangements of red roses graced every corner, while white drapes and tablecloths provided a soft contrast that accentuated the boldness of the crimson blooms. The gentle flicker of candlelight added a romantic glow, making the entire venue feel like it had been plucked from a fairy tale.

He gives me a flirty grin. "Because this room is adorned with red, the roses and most especially your bed, it does come with a red cover, even the one at home." I laugh at myself for calling his estate home, it's my new home though because that's where I'll get to live all through till my service duration is up and I pack out. "Red is my favorite, with blue and you?" "Pink and royal blue, with gold. These three are my favorites, best is pink. You know it's popular among girls."

Tristan was by his mother for the weekend which was great because I needed a little space for girl time. "I'm thinking blue is the best bet for me," Erica told us pointing at a puffy blue dress on her laptop screen. "Uh, no blue is such a Quinceada vibe. I think red is much more classy. What do you think Emma?" Victoria said to me. "Uh um, I agree with Erica, but a royal blue. It's more classy than the light blue." I told them jumping out of my thoughts. "Great, someone has taste." Erica laughed.

"Well, if it is going to be in the media's eyes, I am sure glad that you hired me. I have worked with a lot of the actors in California. So, let's get started. What are the colors for the wedding going to be so I know what to match it up with?" "Royal blue and the flowers are red rose. They are my absolute favorite. Then men are wearing tasteful black tuxes and I have yet to pick out my gown. I know it is the last minute, but I believe we can figure it out. I am a fashion designer but when I tried my hand at my own gown, I came up empty."

The Gafrops want him, and I intend on handing him over. "Now that the announcements have been read, let me repeat the colors. Cok green, Gaimo red, Earth blue, Puelo white, Makskin gold, Glortinon orange, Shikaz yellow, Hassin purple, Bronkark brown, Frole silver, Vaals burgundy, and Kea black. We have flags and support banners available for scan on the screens, and you can pick them up once the matches are set. Now let's bring back out the Males," the Kea says excitedly, and the crowd begins to chant as the men come running back onto the field from their holding room.

The girls like it too. "What should the colors be for the ball?" Lainee asked. I thought for a moment. "Something elegant?" I replied, more as a question. She nodded in agreement, the voice of Justin Bieber singing what I learned was called "sorry," softly playing on the radio. "We could do royal blue and black. Those are basic colors and they're complementary to our dresses...kind of," Blaine said, sounding unsure about the last part. Lainee and I chuckled. "That's perfect."

He bypassed a long line of bodyguards standing at both sides, they were dressed in army-like uniforms as they raised their hands to their heads, saluting him. They gave his presence the respect he truly deserved. He eventually arrived at the front of an expansive, pristine white mansion with a tall noticeable flag, the flag waved with enthusiasm like it was celebrating the return of the long-time successor of the most esteemed Military family in Russia. The Russian flag is white, blue, and red. The top stripe is white, the middle stripe is blue, and the bottom stripe is red. It stood high and proud just like its country, rejoicing in the return of a boy who was now a man.

“The red means you join the left faction, and the blue means you join the right faction.” I glanced at Prince Franklin who kept a straight and angry face. The King then held two white dies out, and threw them on a table. “Choose.” He ordered. I immediately chose, and then he nodded at me to uncoat it. I slowly and gently unwrapped it, and everyone watched with silence and anticipation except the two royals in the room. “Blue.” I muttered, showing him the color. The king had a smirk on his face. All of a sudden, Franklin unsheathed his sword and slammed it on the table. It was a clean strike at something I could not yet see. Everyone looked shocked, including the King.

NARRATOR The great hall of Ravencrest was alive with anticipation, and the air seemed thick with energy, like the very stones of the building were holding their breath. The banners, draped in silver and blue, hung like silent sentinels, the colors a testament to the old bond between Rolan and Mara. Rolan, gone now, but not forgotten. Silver—the shade of his strength, and blue—Mara’s scars, which had come to define her as much as her resilience. Together, they wove a tapestry that was neither entirely victory nor defeat, but a complex, ever-shifting middle ground.