Novel & Cerita Royai Ao3

“The reason I took you down here was to show you these pictures. This way, you will be able to recognize them later tonight. This first one here is of King Carlo, father of Prince Marco.” Sabrina looked at the picture of the man and instantly saw the resemblance to her lover. He had the same nose and sharp eyes. In the picture, the King was seated on a golden throne with a red velvet seat. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with intricate yellow designs sewn into it. The King's hair was white, but just as thick as his young son's. It took her a moment, but she recognized one of the photos from her interview as him. “He looks a lot like Marco,” Sabrina whispered, just loud enough for Winston to

Royalty's POV I looked down at the major cutie I just collided with. His hair was brown and his eyes were green. He was really sexy and his tuxedo made him look like a masterpiece. I was sitting on something I shouldn't have been sitting on and it was a little lower than his abs. He was leaning back on his elbows and we were looking at each other. Xavier came over and Hinako ran over. "Are you alright Royalty ?" he asked I nodded. He turned to the boy I was on.

JUST TYPE, 'YES' AND LEAVE EVERYTHING ELSE TO ME. Chloe_awesome_scott YE- WAIT! The_real_prince_charming UGH, WHAT? Chloe_awesome_scott DO I REALLY HAVE TO MEET THE QUEEN? The_real_prince_charming YEP, IF WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A FUTURE, THEN, YOU HAVE TO... Chloe_awesome_scott :( I AM AFRAID, AND NERVOUS... The_real_prince_charming WHY? YOU ARE MY MATE! YOU SHOULDN'T BE!

They seem to let out their anger on the door. “Give me Zitrey now.” Nathan then said towards Aoi. Aoi Akuma still carrying Zitrey as a princess was reluctant to give Zitrey to him. These two are still fighting with their eyes until the way here. All eyes were on them, they seem to film an soap opera on a part were the two handsome male leading characters are fighting for the leading lady. But not knowing Zitrey's real gender the viewers might think they are fighting for a man. And these two seem just in their own world.

The air smelled of dust and old paper. “So, I did a bit of digging using the names you provided. It was hard, but I remembered reading a bit about him years ago,” she said, sliding a picture toward me. It was a drawing in a slightly cartoonish, old-fashioned font, but the distinguishing features were unmistakable. The dark blonde hair, the piercing green eyes. “Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.”

Torren’s expression darkened. “And Orochi’s heart speaks.” Hayate stepped forward. “Choose your next words carefully.” Renji caught his shoulder. Hayate looked at him. Renji did not release him. Lysa walked to the signal fire. “Three claims divide the wolves.” She raised one finger. “Raiken Stormcrest, king by blood.” A second. “Ayame Rivers, queen by crown.” A third. “The old law, which says no ruler touched by Orochi may lead.” Her gaze moved between us.

“And that is far worse.” I felt my heartbeat stutter. “What does that even mean?” Regina stepped back. “It means he sees you as his mate. His equal. His partner.” Mate. Again. Rejected by one mate. Claimed by another. “Emily,” Regina whispered, “you do not know what it means to be bound to a King. Their bond is not gentle. It does not ask permission. It rewrites your life. Your fate.” Matteo added, “And a bond with him could awaken your wolf in ways that could destroy you.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not contagious. Unless you’re boring.” Kael didn’t flinch. He strode, and the sea parted because that’s what seas do when a Lycan King wants his chair. The throne sat on its dais like the world’s most expensive warning label. I’d been in this room as contraband. Today I walked in as… what, exactly? Chaos with a hall pass?

I could feel my heart beat rapidly as I was trying to make sense of what the Lycan King was up to. "I want you as my Luna, my mate, and my queen," the Lycan King declares, his voice echoing through the hall and my eyes widened as the glass of wine fell from my hand. "Will you accept my offer, Aurora?”

Aaron says. I hear Rasheed growl and his jacket is placed on my shoulders. I quickly run behind a tree and pull on my royal blue sheer yoke cut out top, with my high waisted jeans. I put on my custom Air Max, and I walk back to everyone. I notice Rasheed’s eyes are pitch black and looking at me lustfully. I can feel myself becoming aroused and then I remember he is supposed to take Octavia as his Queen. Sorrow overtakes me, but I mask it quickly.