Novel & Cerita Royal Fool

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

"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.

Nyx was proud of herself as Famke showed off the children’s version of a stand-up punching bag, she’d specially ordered with Royal’s face on it. Royal took the box from her and grinned, “it’s saying something about my ego isn’t it, when I’m proud of the fact I’ve been made into a toy?” The table laughed at his comment. “You don’t need this, baby girl. We can duke it out anytime you like. Wrestling would be preferred.” His inuendo wasn’t missed by a single adult at the table and he rubbed his shin as the toe of her shoe connected with it. “Or keep the punching bag.”

She then continued to observe the fight with interest in her eyes and shouted, "Oi! You all haven't eaten yet? Why is it so slow to finish?" The fighters were all stunned by her voice and fought more vigorously than was until a figure came out of the palace door. "Stop! Who dares to make problem here?" The one who came out was Snorean Sanctius, Kesatria Beowulf, Vinus Teshub, Iwan Haides and Millus Percival. The five Royal Pack's Leaders. The werewolves stopped and so did the hunters and the hybrids. The hybrids smell wafted onto their nose and made their noses twitch.

It wasn’t his fault he was born of royal blood, and all I have to do is carry that with him. “How about my son here, Thomas?” King Ricardo suddenly perched. I heard two different things that moment. Coughing and laughing. The coughing was from me and Thomas, and the laughing was from Althea and Keith. “I’m sorry, what?” Thomas, who was in front of King Ricardo, almost drowned in his water. “Thomas is a likely suitable partner for Ruthy. He is of royal blood, he has the looks, the brains and the manners. They would rule Rinovea marvelously,” King Ricardo added.

The fear I felt and the noise I was hearing was making my headache, the friendly man walked to us with a young boy behind him who was lifting two beautiful golden crowns on a white pillow. He stood in front of us then gave a low bow. "Long live my king and queen," he said then got a beautiful crown that was engraved with all the most expensive stones and put it on the king's head, he bowed then got the smaller crown engraved with diamonds and put it on my head, then bowed and walked away with the young boy. "Long live the king and queen!" The people cheered loudly then kept quiet when the king lifted his hand. "Long live your Highness," one man in royal robes said, looking at the way he move

Fairies merely didn't care about the rank. The words must have had an impact because you could hear a tremendous noise of whispering voices. The boar generally looked like a simpleton as if he were trying to decipher what Akana had just uttered. The woman looked moderately offended. She began to hiss out words like a snake. "Incola! How dare you use a King's name as your own? It is high treason for a lowly peasant... No, an Incola! To appoint themselves as royalty. You should be executed. Verres, slay the fool!"

The Royal’s Oath is a sacred magical vow exclusive to the Were royal bloodline, binding the speaker to their word with an unbreakable force. Once sworn, the Oath manifests as a sigil—glowing silver script that appears on the royal’s skin and fades once the promise is fulfilled. It is a mark of power, trust, and absolute authority. It was once a power that dates back to the first Were kings, who wielded it to command loyalty from their subjects and assure them that they are worthy of their loyalty and reverence.

He must think been hot is everything 'But I don't mind anyways,he's gorgeous' I smiled and realized my thoughts. "Stop it Courtney, you are here for the money remember"I hit my self on the head to cursion my thoughts. "But come to think of it,he doesn't look like a king,he's more like…." "Milady, what does a king look like? It not you have met one before to know"Reena rolled her eyes and I shrugged "You are right,how will I know what he look like,well it non of my business,I just need to keep this up for a while and leave after I got disqualified,as simple as that,I should focus on the compensation that the most important thing"Reena nodded

All those in the room knelt except for myself, the queen and king. I swallowed my food, placing my towel down. My chair was pushed back, and I stood up straight. My smile widened so much my face hurt, back to playing my role. I turned around just as Brum did a slight bow for the other royals. He had showered and dressed for decent company. He looked good in his formal pants and t-shirt with white sneakers. His hair was wet, looking attractive. His body turned to mind and fuck, I was fucked. The man was not good for me at all. He walked closer, and I stepped out. We were playing a role, I kept telling myself. I was starting to think I would burn from this game.