Royal Arm Novels & Stories

I felt like a celebrity at that moment, but my eyes looked out for only one person, and warmth spread through me as our eyes collided. He was dressed in a similar royal attire, decorated with gold lacing and other elements. The women had taken out time to explain what each item on the royal attire stands for and why it was so important, but I’d forgotten all about that in this moment as I stared at my knight in shiny armor. My father fell in line beside me and held my left hands in his right, a wide smile on his face, but with swollen red eyes. He’d apparently been crying. I smiled at him and averted my eyes back to my mate.

He rolled his cuff up to his forearm and showed me his wrist. I was surprised when I saw the exact birthmark on the exact part of his wrist. "How... what is the meaning of this..." my voice faded midway. It seemed like I was tongue-tied. I always thought that the birthmark in my wrist was somehow connected to the mystery behind my identity, but I never thought that this would be possible. No... no. I might be dreaming. Yes, you might just be dreaming, Ophelia. Because it is so damn impossible that I am related to the royal family of Rousiana!

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.

A few seconds later, the trumpets played and Sir Saint opened the doors. “Presenting, the Royal Family of Wilhem.” King Ricardo was in front, wearing a plain white coat with gold linings and an elegant single-layered silver crown. Queen Josephine, who wrapped her arm on King Ricardo’s arm, was wearing a long, asymmetrical plum dress with her hair in a bun and of course, the same crown King Ricardo was wearing. Behind them, was Princess Althea and Prince Thomas. Althea was wearing a yellow pouf dress that reached her knees and she had her hair in a ponytail. Her tiara set perfectly on her head. Thomas was just as simple as his Father but he wore a long sleeve polo and a one-sided brown coat t

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

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If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

"But he has a lover here and there? I don't think that's right even if you're royalty." "Geez, you're very ignorant. It's common for royalty to have many affairs since they're strengthening their connections to have greater and solid supporters. That's their way of gaining more power and it's nothing new." The imperial knights just shook their heads as they follow the Prince to guard him along with his lover within the woman's residence.

Amaris' eyes were pulled to the very back of the room where a huge coat of arms covered the large back wall. It was made all of gold, and had two swords crossed behind a howling wolf's head in a crescent moon. The whole thing was on a field of midnight blue velvet. In front of that there was a raised dais. It had a large gold throne in the center. It was massive. It made the man sitting in look small. From this distance, Amaris could not make out too many of the man's features, but she could see that he was older, with a short croppped grey beard and hair. There was a large gold crown on his head, and a red velvet cape. In his right hand he held a long gold staff that appeared t

Felix could not help but look at Helena, who was beside him, as he asked, “Helena, are there any conflicts between the Northern Europe royal family and Ten Thousand Armies?” Helena shook her head immediately and said, “Although I have heard of Ten Thousand Armies before, I’ve never heard of the royal family having any kinds of connections with them. Moreover, the royal family would never have any interactions or contacts with such organizations in the gray area in order to maintain their image in front of the people.” “That’s really strange, then…” Felix said nervously, “It’s impossible for the people from Ten Thousand Armies to come up to our doorstep for no reason at all. They must have a