Royal Love Novels & Stories

"Just that?" "What else would I want you for?". I snapped. I took a deep breath to calm myself then I pinched the bridge of my nose and rested my elbows on the table. "Look Beth, I have to be honest with you. I only want you as my Queen and nothing else. If you can abide by my rules then there will be no problem." "What rules?". "You can't... under any circumstance fall in love with me and no form of intimate touching will be allowed." I informed her making sure to look into her eyes as I told her this. I had to make her understand that she wasn't getting anything else except respect for our marriage vows from me.

But that wasn’t a luxury the Royals had in life. It was basically impossible that the council approved a mating bond between royals, or nobles, and the commoners. Some exceptions were made, but mostly, they ignored the mating connection completely. But as she stared into his eyes, nothing but honesty and truthfulness coming out of it, she wondered if those feelings inside of her meant what she thought it did. Could he be her mate? He was an Alpha, her brother said so, and she could also tell just by looking at him.

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 childishly complain. In fact, he and I both know that I dislike giving him my kingdom. Yes, I love him. But I really would love to rule my kingdom alone as well. Sometimes I wish I was an alpha so I could be the next ruler. But at least it's fine because my kingdom will be in safe hands with him. "I am yet to take everything from you, ain't I?" Prince Patrick says. I instantly blush at his words and look away. "A-anyways." I bite my lower lip. "Uh... I wanted to tell you that... my monthly heat starts today, so we won't be able to see each other for a while."

It was in this moment of togetherness that I knew it was the right time to take the next step in our relationship just like Rico advised. I cleared my throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Royal," I began, my voice steady but filled with emotion, "we've faced challenges that tested our love for each other. But through it all, I've come to realize that you are the love of my life, my mate, and the future Luna of our pack." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. The room fell silent as I opened it to reveal a stunning engagement ring, "Royal, will you marry me and become my Luna?"

“I don’t care what anyone says but they are endgame.” “Kieran might be royalty, but Adrien? He worships him.” “This is the slow-burn gay palace drama I didn’t know I needed.” "They have got more chemistry in one glance than he ever had with Celeste.” “I ship Adrien and Kieran so hard, it’s embarrassing.” The royal staff had tried to bury those photos, and taken them off from every official website but people are too quick when it comes to things that do not have anything to do with them. I didn't know they would have every picture of us saved.

It was a journey that would take them to the farthest reaches of their realm, a chance to connect with their subjects, and an opportunity to reaffirm the principles of love, wisdom, and justice that had guided their reign. The royal progress began in the bustling capital city, where the streets were lined with cheering citizens, eager to catch a glimpse of their rulers. Roberick and Cynthia, dressed in regal attire adorned with symbols of love, wisdom, and justice, waved to the crowd as they made their way through the city. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers, and the sound of music and laughter echoed in the streets.

“And I don't want to discourage you, but there's something else you need to understand. A mate bond between royals is much stronger than the bond experienced by ordinary werewolves.” I frowned. “How much stronger?” There was a suspicious pause. “Potentially ten times stronger.” I nearly stopped walking. “Ha! Hmm... There's a tiny problem with that theory, Kira.” “What?” “He's royal. I'm not.” Silence. I waited. Nothing. “Kira?” Still nothing. I narrowed my eyes. “I'm nothing more than an average girl with a wolf. So why the hell would the bond be ten times stronger on my side?” Nothing.

I know you more than anyone, and I know that you are falling for the crown prince. 'That is utterly ridiculous, Raja. Stop insisting. I'm not in love with him!' I insisted even thought my faith is shaking. I couldn't be in love with Demitri. I shouldn't be. We never can be together. We are only meant to meet, but not stay at each other's sides as partners. He is the crown prince, the future king of this kingdom. I on the other hand, will have to pay the magical healer the price I promised. I will leave the palace three days from now and will never see him again. We really can't be together. 'Being away from him means you would hurt yourself, my lady. I don't want you to be hurt…'

Chapter Ten Even the admonishment to herself that she shouldn’t consider the royal palace home couldn’t make it feel less like she was returning after a long absence to a welcome homecoming. The royal family had gathered to greet them, though she didn’t fool herself into believing that they were there for her. She was simply an accessory trailing behind the prince, but she was okay with that. Having them greet her in any other, more familiar way would mean they had realized there was something more to their relationship.