Novel & Cerita Royal Matador

A few seconds later, the trumpets played and Sir Saint opened the doors. “Presenting, the Royal Family of Wilhem.” King Ricardo was in front, wearing a plain white coat with gold linings and an elegant single-layered silver crown. Queen Josephine, who wrapped her arm on King Ricardo’s arm, was wearing a long, asymmetrical plum dress with her hair in a bun and of course, the same crown King Ricardo was wearing. Behind them, was Princess Althea and Prince Thomas. Althea was wearing a yellow pouf dress that reached her knees and she had her hair in a ponytail. Her tiara set perfectly on her head. Thomas was just as simple as his Father but he wore a long sleeve polo and a one-sided brown coat t

As Chris remained occupied with his office work, oblivious to the intimate conversation about to unfold, Rachael turned to Roslyn with a thoughtful expression. "Roslyn, I've been thinking extensively about Leonardo Moratti and his remarkable background," she began. "He comes from an illustrious royal family with a rich history that dates back centuries, renowned for their philanthropic endeavors and exceptional business acumen."

I lightly tapped my head. "Let me do the honors, my love." Astrid grinned at me, and I was taken aback by her endearment. "Well, Mommy dearest, this is Rafael Delmar, the vampire king, as you may already know him by this and my Mate," she stated proudly, interlocking our fingers. "You've already found your second mate? and it's him?" She was stunned. I'm sure Astrid was thinking the same thing, but she shook her head and continued the talk.

Her Highness really is an angel sent from above! ~~~ Inside the royal hall, Claude is seated in the middle of the long massive table where officials and other royal representatives of each member of the kingdom is present. Everyone are left dumbstruck at the Crown Prince's abrupt announcement. There is no way they can withstand the Matras! they are no match in terms of physical strength to the beasts! it is rumored that those barbarians once annhilated numbers of kingdoms using only their bare hands, though they use weapons, but that doesn't mean Matras necessarily need one in the battlefield.

I exclaim. “Yes. Completely serious.” Rose pauses with a small sigh. “I have a birthmark,” Rose shows me the little crown on the side of her right wrist. “This mark is what is known in shifter prophecy as the mark of the Royal Mother. Centuries ago, there was a great shifter war and during it, the werewolf royal line was killed off. A few hundred years later, seers around the world foretold of a strong and powerful Alpha that would be mated to a human female who bears the royal mark. She would be known as the Womb of Royalty and together with her fated Alpha, birth the new royal line. Their children, the new royals, would bring light and peace to the shifter world.

Lex King Matthias informs me of a small party King Myenas is throwing for the royals he’s in business with. Due to my recent alliance with Red River, I’ve secured an invite to Castle Pestera for the event. The invitation comes with restrictions but it’s our only way to get the potion to Rainer so I can’t complain. I’m allowed a plus one, but I’m not allowed to bring guards or weapons inside of the castle.

He spoke in broken English, “ Hi, my name is Don Quijote. I am one of the Regal Palace’s Eighteen Generals.” “Regal Palace’s Eighteen Generals.” Matthew and the rest had heard Tyr talked about stuff in Regal Palace. They knew that Regal Palace consists of five heavenly kings and eighteen generals. Every one of them was very powerful. Today, they had met one. A Regal Palace’s general really lived up to its expectations. At this moment, Matthew and the rest calmed down. Matthew asked, “ Is there a big operation going on that we need to go to Thailand this time?”

They turned to look when Marco and Sabrina walked toward them and the ones who weren't wearing a green or purple pendant on their collar stepped to the side and dropped to a knee out of respect. “Good evening, everyone,” Marco said, as he and Sabrina walked by. The two made their way into the main room and Sabrina's gaze moved toward the very back, where the King of Orsino sat on his throne. He looked regal and proud as he gazed out at the audience. Seated next to him was Queen Magdalena. She sat with a smug expression on her face, as though she was too good for even her own party. Surrounding the royalty were guards, but also guests. Many of them appeared to be nobles, based on their expens

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

I am going to pass out. "Come in!" The door swings open with a creak and an intimidating guard marches in. "Your Highness," He bows "Felix!" Laudia breathes in relief, clutching her chest at the sight of her mate. Dressed in a black tunic with a black breastplate, his broad shoulders stretch the fabric, a salivating sight to every female. Engraved on it is a purple cross with vines wound around it, the kingdom's logo. But what drew immediate attention to him was not his striking build but his flaming red hair, each strand like embers of a dying flame.