Royal Harem Novels & Stories

"I knew the slave-hunters became more and more aggressive, but I didn't know it's like this... An empire reflects his ruler and with my brother in this state... I fear the worst is yet to come." "So you care about commoners? How noble." Astrid answers rolling her eyes. "I show you respect. Do the same." Tamara answers with a scolding look. "Believe it or not, most of my family does. That's the purpose of the harem. The mothers of the royals are always commoners. They keep their children grounded." Astrid keeps her mouth shut. She was rude enough and the princes seems to only want to help. She will deal with her ulterior motives as they come.

I wondered what else they put in their heads while growing up in the palace. “It is against the tactics of royalty to look up to a royal and called by name”, she said still looking down. “I insist.” I said just in two words. This made them look up, their head slowly as their head no more bowed down. They rushed out the door and closed leaving me to my privacy. And that is how it is done. I thought as I de robed myself and entered that soothing bath. It scented rose and vanilla and I smiled at its warmness. Their bath wasn’t so bad here.

Kyle whispered before capturing his lips passionately. Axel entered a book section he never thought he would go to before—the royal marriage section. He hoped that books would help him understand his situation more. He hoped he would find things that would help him strengthen his relationship with the king. He chose a book and sat on a leather couch, and he flipped through the first pages and began slowly reading a few paragraphs. He stopped at a page where the title interested him. Strict Marriage Traditions The Royal Family Must Follow. *The bride must wear white on her wedding day.

Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it. "I wear the royal title Rial Cariad. Royal consort. This makes me royal. I thought priests of Aevitism learn some general knowledge? Or are you trying to say that Eitir doesn't have the status required to have royalty?" The silence laid thick in the room, and as no one had anything to utter, Akana continued.

You have been warned if you leave this room it will be at your own risk’ He walked out and she quickly covered herself up and wrapped the sheet tightly around her she knew the door was unlocked but she also knew he had not lied. The Prince walked down to the other side of his palace into the harem, his eyes moved around the exotic doe eyed beauties held there. They were all dark haired and dark eyed young women who had been captured or sold to him.

Chapter 64: The Weight of Leadership The royal chambers felt smaller than they had before the conspiracy trials, as if the weight of international alliance responsibilities had compressed the space around furniture that now seemed inadequate for planning operations involving twelve kingdoms. Xalara stood before tall windows that overlooked courtyard preparations for the expanded blood oath ceremony, her reflection showing a woman who bore little resemblance to the uncertain princess who had arrived months ago.

This wasn't much of a change for them. At least in my rental, there was a mother-in-law suit with its own separate entrance. He would still have his own private space that he could share with Jack. The suite consisted of the main room--which was larger in comparison to the other rooms--with a small bar-kitchen that came equipped with a microwave, sink, small stove and half fridge. There was a full-on master bathroom with walk-in closet. Attached to the main room was a smaller room with its own small closet. This was the intended space for Jack. The last renters had turned the space into an entertainment area.

Her blonde hair fell in perfect, effortless waves, glimmering in the afternoon light pouring through the glass dome of the Palace salon. Pretty bitch. The Palace wasn’t really a palace—just what we called the mansion the Heldon royals used when they wanted to “relax.” Ten bedrooms, three jacuzzis, and a pool shaped like a crescent moon. You couldn’t walk three steps without bumping into someone with too much money and too little personality. I tried to focus on the mint tea someone had placed beside me, but it didn’t work. All I could think about was *her*. Eloise.

she finally asked. “Our Palace.” Her head snapped toward me. “That entire thing?” I laughed. “Yes.” “Damian.” “What?” “That is not a house.” “No.” “That's a fucking village.” I laughed harder. “She definitely likes it,” Bruce said. Morgan turned back toward the window. And then I saw it. The nerves. They appeared subtly. Her fingers tightened together in her lap. The wonder in her eyes remained, but something heavier joined it. Reality. Queen. Kingdom. Palace.

"If Alistair sent you to watch my back, then do your jobs and keep your mouths shut. We are going to the gala." Theo winked, stepping aside with an exaggerated bow. "Lead the way, Your Highness." The Grand Harem Pavilion was a sprawling, marble-columned hall draped in white silks, shimmering chandeliers, and fragrant floral arrangements that smelled overwhelmingly sweet. As the heavy double doors swung open and I stepped inside, flanked by Theo and Brandon, the buzzing chatter of dozens of concubines, noblewomen, and minor lords died down in an instant. And every single eye in the room immediately locked onto us. I took a breath and raised my head, it was show time.