Royal Merchant Novels & Stories

“That’s not what I heard!” “Oh! What do you mean?!” Penelope leaned forward, putting on a big, big show. “What I heard is Jake Scolecite was previously an Auction Master who was employed by the Duchy to find a doctor for the late Duke. And by sheer luck, he was appointed to be the Merchant Chief of the Duchy, overseeing the East Continent Trade!” “Oh! Oh, my! So the Duchess wasn’t a slut?! She just gave YOU a promotion because YOU had worked with her for YEARS?!” Penelope knew she was too much.

Adeline Miller. Neither one— “MATE.” Bruce's voice tore through my thoughts. Morgan. Fuck. Whatever the hell this meant could wait. I didn't have time to investigate Alexander's bloodline. I didn't have time to wonder why a Beta wolf was standing in front of me wearing the physical characteristics of Royalty. My mate was inside that cabin. Possibly dying. And right now, I didn't give a fuck if Alexander Miller sprouted a crown directly out of his wolf's ass.

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……? “

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.

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

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

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."