Royal Merchant Novels & Stories

I was free then but now…… “Milady… Milady… Milady… “Reena was screaming from the yard. I groan what is it again? “Reena, what the…. “the opened the door in haste, she tried to catch her breath. “it your…. It your turn… Now and…. “breath Reena, breath, what is it?” “His….. “ “His Majesty, The King” I gasped when I heard the announcement, Reena gripped my hands. “That's it, Good luck “She then dropped my hands and left “Reena what are you……? “

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.

Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in Two guards blew their trumpets loud enough for everyone to hear. "His royal majesty, the mighty lion, lord of the seas and the forest. Ruler of the imperial kingdom of Decreash, Regaleon Von Clegane! A guard shrilled in a high-pitched voice. The congregation in the hallway languidly rose to their feet. So did the queens seated at the upper deck of the hall. Ragaleon slowly made his way in, accompanied by his hand, Brandon, and his personal knight.

Minister Hazper marveled that this stranger has the company of the high-ranking messenger he sent. “I am Marsden, the Mercenary of the West, and a Stranger of the South. I have come on behalf of the Royal Cavalry Captain to plead for Her Highness’ cause,” the man in purple clothes announced. Darina has only read the accounts of the Mercenary of the West. But the book was written for more than five centuries. How can this man in purple declare that he is the Mercenary of the West? She wonders about the royal origins of Marsden since he wears a kind of cloth that only a king could afford to purchase. How can a man of great riches be a mercenary then? Unless the cloth was a gift or from the rai

Royal Steel a multinational company that had set foot in every field. Tech companies to Automobiles, Gaming to Jewellery companies. Its fierce roar could be heard in every corner of the vast business world. The king of the Jungle. She took her steps toward the Building. Her hands tucked in her pockets and her coat hung around her shoulders like a cape made her look majestic. Her every step made some employees feel agitated. She looked at them like a Monarch looking at her subjects. Because now she had turned from being a crown princess to an Empress.

And when she asked him again, his answer didn't change. "You are to be my Consort." A consort. His f**king Consort. Athena bit the insides of her cheeks and almost drew blood from it. With the contract already established between them, Athena didn't have any way out without facing a heavy price in trying to disobey the contract binded with magic. "What do you think of this dress, Consort?" Agatha, the maid who Alexander found to see through all her needs while staying in his house excitedly asked Athena didn't like being called 'Consort' but after staying in the mansion for two weeks and hearing that blasted word everyday, she could only force a smile and wish she could stab Alexander in the

The slightly introverted amongst them. "My Royal Highness, it's been a long while." I said with a playful curtsey "My Queen," He gave a mock, bow kissing my hand gently. "This humble servant is pleased to see ya safe and healthy." I chuckled. "The pleasure is all mine, your highness. I trust the books have been doing great." I said jovially with a fake British accent. "As you may see," Roe said, switching from his normal American accent to the real British one he also has. We laughed.

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

Royalty, the word oozes high society and scrutiny. To Aurelia, the word is about commitment and sacrifice for the good of the people. Here in the Merchants Guild of Sea meet, she has an opportunity to use her power to instigate social change. Aurelia strode into the center of the lounge, the men couldn't take their eyes off of her. She demurely opened the bright-colored parasol, "Gentleman, for those of you who don't know me, I am Princess Aurelia and your next queen."

I brushed the back of my palms against my brows. “That’s not going to happen Tee, you need not worry about him. You belong to the royals now, there’s no way they could take back a gift that was given to the palace, especially not when they so desperately want to be on good terms with the royals,” she takes a long pause “You haven’t told me who your second chance mate is Tee,” she adds. I sigh. I’d been hoping she would forget but knowing Tee, she hardly forgets anything about me, especially not a topic that has to do with my mate.