Royal Inked Novels & Stories

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.

It was certainly nothing like the picnics Ava had been on in the past, with floppy paper plates, plastic forks, and knives that wouldn’t cut through melted butter let alone anything else. The food provided by the royal kitchen was nothing short of delightful, every morsel was a work of art in itself and artfully arranged to entice even the most jaded of appetites. Federico led Ava to the silky fabric-covered chair opposite his, and, once he was sure she was comfortable, took his own seat, instructing the driver/waiter to serve their meal.

Right now, I am pretty sure everyone would feel their future king had marked his mate, but the ceremony was important as that was part of the tradition. “And you have to learn to channel your thoughts. The mind link amongst royals is very strong, and you do not want to project all your feelings to them, because I am sure majority of it is going to be about me and our private moments,” he educates me, and I feel my cheeks grow hot. He is right, and I also know I have a lot to learn.

I looked up at him, glaring daggers, and he shook his head, muttering under his breath, "Royals." "You didn't seem to complain much about one joining your own pack," a playful female voice teased in response, coming from behind me. It made Marcus stop in his tracks. "Luna," he said in surprise, "Well.. I didn't know about it at first, did I?" She laughed softly in response, moving to his side, our eyes finally meeting. I gasped, as hers glowed in that familiar, royal shade of purple, for just a brief moment.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

“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 emperor looked at me as if he's waiting for me to bow to him too, Shan nudged me. I looked at the emperor sharply. " I don't bow down to anyone. " I said. The emperor laughed. "I like your boldness. " He commented, i remained silent. He shook his head and smirked when he saw i was holding Shan's hand. " You do know that the royal family doesn't allow any cut sleeves to run the empire. " "And you do know that I'm not part of your family and i will never be. " I snapped. Shan held my arm to stop me.

I asked. "He wanted me to hangout with the noble families or maybe.. people like York Company or the 7 Gold Lifes." "Of course, that's what I thought too." I said agreeing with his father's thoughts and Logan looked at me weirdly. "Why is that?" "You're royal, Logan. You're a prince and hanging out with people who are from noble families or maybe the York company or The 7 Gold Lifes will make you learn a lot more and besides isn't it better to hangout with those people? You all have the same status, level and education." I said and he shook his head.

Palace ink isn’t made this way. By morning, I call in one of the old law clerks, a quiet man who once worked in the Royal Archives. He’s known for his sharp eyes and calm judgment. “I need you to look at this,” I tell him, handing over the letter. “Study the ink, the paper, everything. Tell me where it could’ve come from.” He nods, careful not to touch the writing. “You’ll have my answer before noon, my lady,” he says, and leaves the chamber.

I owed her and I would not waste what she gave me. I took the pendant out one more time and opened it. I stared at the date again. Written years before I was born. Then I noticed something at the bottom of the letter that I missed before. A big wax seal pressed into the paper. It showed a dragon with spread wings holding a crown in its claws. The royal dragon seal. My breath caught. Royal. As in kings and queens. As in the kind of power that could make whole kingdoms kneel. The letter really was from someone important. And it had my name on it.