Novel & Cerita Royal Arm

Unlike every gala that has taken place in the past, this is the biggest and that is because it will be the first time of me meeting my fiancee. “Everything is set for tomorrow, Your majesty” The Head eunuch answered. He had stayed behind after the council was dismissed. “Make sure everything goes as planned as I said, it is a very important night” “The Crown prince must be thrilled to see his bride” The Head eunuch said. King Alaric gave out a little chuckle, then cleared his throat, he smiled at me and looked back at the eunuch. “Yes I presume” “Very well then, I will be taking my leave now”

The decorations are topnotch, it made the hall look more beautiful. Mum was the happiest as she kept on introducing me to her friends. Her blue lace was sparkling in the dark. She kept tieing and loosing her wrapper as she moved about the hall. The Royals college is mine now. I sighted Kene from afar he was dressed in a corporate grey suit, hanging on his arms was crazy Ada, I kept ignoring him, he already tried talking to me. But I wasn't ready to talk to him. I told him I didn't like her the last time we talked and here is he with the same person, like seriously.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

he scoffed, but immediately shut up hearing Christian's furious growl directed at him. "Mind your words, Arnold! Don't forget she is the Royal Beta female."Christian growled, shutting him up. Damn, Royal? I liked the sound of that, but did I care? Absolutely not. "And respect is all that you will give her." I could see Arnold literally glaring at me, wanting nothing to bury me alive. But that only made me smirk at him. Sucks for you, Arnold!

The royal sigil on my chest gleamed coldly whenever the light struck it, like a reminder that none of this truly was mine. “Look forward.” The voice was low, absolute. Rael stood close at my side. His royal garments were layered and flawless, draping his body as if the world itself had learned how to obey him. The ruby crown on his head caught the torchlight, glowing like liquid blood. His Lycan aura pressed into my chest, making my knees nearly buckle and igniting a dangerous flame deep inside me. His hand closed around my wrist. Just for a heartbeat. Then he pulled me into him, my forehead resting against his solid chest.

He marches towards me and picks me up, placing me back on the bed “I warned you, I will mark you if you keep disobeying me” Squeezing my lips together into a thin line and furrowing my brow, he raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something “I really am the last one of my kind” it was not what he was expecting me to say Daryl nods his head at me “You are” "What does this Royalty thing mean?" "It means that there were once some very powerful wolves, these wolves were known as Royals and truth be told, no one actually knew why." He stands up and walks to the door, carefully closing it. "The Royal blood line was a force in itself"

“That rule applies to all but the royal family. Whatever you do, be kind to them.” I gave Nicholas a look, hoping to indicate that I would never be unkind to anyone. He offered a small smile in exchange. He knew that. But he wanted to warn me. I nodded, understanding. Zale continued to speak, “You will know who is of royal blood because only the royals are permitted to wear crowns.” “The larger the crown, the more important the royal,” Nicholas whispered to me. I nodded, grateful for the tip. “Now,” Zale continued. “If you are ready…?”

Same rules apply to elements of their armour. The armour is silver-blue in colour with intricate carvings into the metalwork that looks like coral stamped onto every inch of the armour. The skirt of the armour curves down the sides of the hips and is draped underneath with royal blue chiffon. Their gauntlets go all the way to the elbow, and the shoulder armour, along with the front and back of the breastplate, contains the Royal Crest depicting two ‘sea horses’ – as in horses with fishtails – holding a shield depicting two sirna tails wrapped together and bound with a crown. The helmets of the guards cover their entire face and have visors they can see out of, but we can’t see through. The h