Royal Fool Novels & Stories

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

The journalists were like sniffer dogs when it came to the Bartovia royal family and it would be risky even being seen talking to her. But it would be well and truly worth it if he could achieve what he wanted. Federico knew it just by looking at her. The old saying might have it that revenge was a dish best served cold, but the sort of revenge Federico had in mind was going to be hot, blazingly so, for he had a score to settle with that vixen and he knew where it would be settled best. Right in his royal bed. A palace official approached, and Federico exchanged a few words with him. He narrowed his gaze and scanned the crowd, looking for a flash of baby-pink chiffon or platinum-blonde hair,

I know he came to comfort me after reading the cover story of the newspaper which indirectly describes our relationship. ***(End of Flashback)*** Raphael sat in the prepared throne in the right side of the hall few steps away from me. "And now, we shall now start the ceremony!" The head of the ministry for ceremonial rights announced. I hand over the Royal Scroll to secretary Shen and handed it to the First Minister. "I, King James X of the House of Akazia hereby decreed that Prince Raphael, from the Kingdom of Ayatullah in the United Kingdom of Asean, to be the Official Prince Consort to the King! Let this be known in all the lands of the Kingdom!" he read. Raphael accepted the decree. My A

The room burst into laughter. “My name is Princess Alvarez. I’m the vice president of this esteemed institution, and it’s an honor to be here. You may be wondering why I’m standing before you today. Well, it’s tradition here at Royalty College for upperclassmen to welcome the freshmen and guide them through what they need to know about the school—and a few other things too. “So without wasting much time, let me tell you about the five clubs we have. You’ll be choosing the one that suits you best. But be warned—some clubs are selective. You’ll have to pass a screening to get in.

“Claire, he stole something from me. He wants me to kneel and apologize. “Why are we giving him a suit?” Claire gave a cold smile and made a call. “It’s not a gift,” she said. “It’s the suit he’ll wear to his own downfall.” The classroom was buzzing the next morning. Lucas stood in the middle of the room with his chin tipped high, bragging to everyone around him. “This weekend, I’m going to the Harrison estate.” “Ms. Harrison is officially taking me on as her godbrother. After that, Harrison Group will practically be half mine.”

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 beg your pardon my lor—" "Get straight to the point Douglass!" Halting onto Douglass's elucidations with his deep voice, he took a step away from Mauve just to have his red eyes glare at him. "There is a saying that the FRIDOLF PACK has a new Alpha born….he who is not of royal blood!" In a quivering voice, Douglass got on one knee and ensured his face remained in contact with the floor.

Doing it this way will ensure its her magic and no other royals magic and that it won't be dark. Royal magic is the hardest magic to tell whos is who's. I could start to replicate an animal and it ends up being a dragon because I tapped into The God of mystical creatures kind of magic instead of The Goddess of Exotic Mystical animals. It's complicated, luckily I kind of know what I'm doing otherwise I would've just went for it and risked it all.

Reaching for it, it stops face up, and to the purple neon light that slowly faded, the symbol of the roman number I is shown, and to the perfect picture of the man in the middle traveling in a path, the card name is read as ‘THE FOOL’. “NO MATTER WHAT, DO NOT TRUST ANYONE.”

Power needed someone strong enough to hold it. The old royal family had failed. The king had trusted the wrong people. And I had paid for their mistakes. I had been the king’s right hand. His adviser. His most trusted man. I knew the kingdom better than almost anyone alive. I knew its laws. Its weaknesses. Its traditions. Its secrets. I knew what the royal family had hidden from the rest of the Fae. And I knew what had been buried beneath those traditions for generations. The ritual. My mouth curved slightly. Buck noticed. He was observant enough to know that expression meant something.