Romans & histoires Royal Chaos

thought Sidastir when he saw the motive. A giant black dragon that chewed on a white wolf. Since Auon has a black dragon in their banner and Eitir has two white wolves, he could decipher what they wanted to convey. That Ceva gave support to Akana was nothing shocking but Magnus could at least show some loyalty before he threw it away for a pretty arse. Mayin rose from his seat, and for the first time during the competition, he actually looked interested. He lifted the arm, and the crowd silenced while waiting tensely on the starting signal.

I don't know why I was hoping that it should be Prince Raphael. "The Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Ayatulla, His Majesty Prince Reuz IV!" I don't know what to feel when I heard that it's not him then "The Prince of the Kingdom of Ayatulla, Prince Raphael III!" I was shocked with the names called after him, "The Regent of the Principality of Asturiaz, His Highness Rocky IV" "The Duchess of the Government of Akazia, Her Highness Ma. Catherine" "The Emir of the United Kingdom of the Eastern Lands, His Majesty Emir Shurev IV" "The Grand King and Queen of the United Kingdom of Tleste, His Majesty King George XVIII and Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth" "The Queen Mother of the United Kingdom of Sour,

“Royal household. This is the butler speaking. How may I be of help?” “I need to speak directly to the king.” “And who is this?” “Don Aziel.” “A moment please.” The line went mute for five minutes before someone finally spoke. “Hello,” finally the king said, his voice unmistakably irritated. “We have a problem.” “If this is about Zarek being stubborn, rest assured I’ve had enough for today. Tell him I’ll cut his allowance.” “He’s been kidnapped,” I said, not having the time to mince my words. “How did that happen? I thought you—”

He felt like he was trapped in a fever dream. Gael’s authoritative voice pulled the room back to order. “You’ve noticed the frequency of rogue attacks has increased over the last few months. This is no coincidence. They are being paid to create chaos.” “To what end?” Alpha Fabian asked. “Because in times of chaos and uncertainty, it is easy to challenge the Royals and usurp the throne.” Alpha Clayton swept a gaze around the table, his eyes stopping on the sixth, empty chair. “Alpha Tristan,” he said with a smirk.

It was nice to see once a while, since she was usually the one running the show since he fell ill. “All I was saying is that you should tell Marco he should repeat his childhood laws more often,” Magdalena said, faking an innocent voice. “It's very important.” “What in the hell is she talking about?” Marco asked. “The Law of Princely Marriage,” Carlo said softly. “It states that a prince or princess cannot marry someone who is not of royal blood.” Marco's stomach dropped. “What are you talking about? I can marry whomever I choose.” Magdalena leaned close and said, “No, Marco, you can't. It would be against the law.”

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.

A war was coming. Tonight was for something else. The Royal Debauchery. The Royal Debauchery is a long standing event which happens only once in the lifeline of any king of the House of the Lycans, it is usually a very lavish celebration, A night where savagery was cloaked in celebration. Where Alphas brought their slaves—men and women—to serve, to entertain, to be used.

Melanie The chaos of the festival was a living, breathing nightmare. Everywhere I turned, there was violence, destruction, and the unmistakable smell of blood. The bright, shimmering lights that had once adorned the royal courtyard now flickered dimly, casting long, twisted shadows across the rubble and wreckage. The music, once vibrant and full of life, had long been drowned out by the sounds of war—the clash of steel, the guttural growls of warriors, and the screams of those who were caught in the crossfire.

and of course she sought their needs after some various unexplainable incantations. ******** Currently Now, Chaos is In the palace. The Queen, Modesta is on labor for her second child but it seems like the labor is a tough one. For the Past hours,, Her painful cries of labor filled her chamber. the Royal physicians,Nurses and Assistants running to and fro in jeopardy. The king himself was thrown in a bead of confusion... same goes to his brother and his son Royalty. it was a serious Chaos that needs someone's help. someone's Attention.. And someone's Cure to it.

Rose asked “I also don’t know,” After thirty minutes, we arrived at their pack's territory. We’ve entered a trail of trees, I can smell the wind change and the number of wolves. As we go along I can see a big old stone mansion. “The palace used to be bigger than that, “ Caleb said, “After the human war it was destroyed and this is what is left,” he said. “It was also the same incident that moved the different titles for royals like us. But my people still call my father King and I, the prince,”