Royal Merchant Novels & Stories

"We have the business dinner at seven. Be back with plenty of time to dress properly." "I will," Jake promised, already heading for the door. The freedom of being away from his father's watchful eye, even temporarily, lightened his step as he made his way down the corridor. The Royal was truly magnificent. Jake wandered through the grand atrium, past boutiques selling items that cost more than most people's monthly salaries, and eventually found himself near one of the smaller performance venues. A sign outside announced "Rehearsal in Progress - Staff Only," but the door was slightly ajar, and the haunting notes of a violin drifted through.

Any nobles who committed tax fraud were treated in the same manner, so he knew I was not making idle threats. I smiled as I said, “Go back and tell your master.” He nodded hurriedly and ran back, clutching his hat. Then I turned to the sailors. “We appreciate your decision on this matter, but” Harlon hesitated before saying, “This is no guarantee it will not keep happening.” “I have that taken care of as well.” I smiled as I gestured to my aide to read out the parchment in his hand. "All registered merchants operating under the Southern Duchy are required to pay 50% of the agreed wage upfront, and the remaining upon voyage return. Failure to do so will result in your trade being deprioritize

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.

“Then you already have your answer.” “Loyalty is fragile,” I said. “Especially when it’s built on fear.” His eyes darkened. “Careful.” “I’m offering you something better,” I continued. “Security. Influence. A future where you’re not just following orders.” “I already have that,” he snapped. “I’m loyal to Royal.” The name landed heavily between us. Royal. The kind of name people whispered, not spoke. The kind of man who didn’t forgive betrayal. “Royal doesn’t protect loyalty,” I said quietly. “He owns it.”

technology, with extravagant designs and (as some people call them) unnecessary big decorations, they used black and had a bear as their symbol. The Merchant's guild was a unique entity. They didn't occupy lands and used a banner as the other two, but their power was by no means weaker than them. With their connections, they became a fearsome existence in their star sector. Not even higher planets provoked the Merchant's guild lightly. A high number of players tried to enter their ranks, but the difficulty of doing so was astronomical.

“Regarding the trade alliance with the eastern territories—” “I am not interested.” “But the long-term profit—” “I said I am not interested.” The oak table groaned beneath my grip. My nails nearly shifted form as the primal instinct pressed too close to the surface. The faint scent of fear began to leak into the room. They did not notice but my wolf felt it, like a storm waiting to be unleashed. One of the merchants cleared his throat nervously. “Is Your Majesty… unwell this evening?” I rose from my chair before they could attempt negotiation. My royal cloak swept across the marble floor like an enraged shadow.

Summer shot back without thinking. Probably because of what happened in her past life, she naturally felt safer when she was around Mason. She tended to let her guard down around him. Mason didn't even lift his head. After finishing with her wrist, he carefully applied medicine before wrapping it gently in soft gauze. He said, "Royal Financial Group started off as a luxury brand. After I took over, I expanded into other industries. Now, my uncles want to separate the original business from the rest, leaving me with only the newer ventures."

Of course, Dominic would be here. I sighed quietly. What difference would it have made if I’d known? None. There was no universe where I would have skipped Royal Tides. Especially not because of him. “Sterlings.” A voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned. A man stood before us. Tall. Gray-haired. Perfectly tailored tuxedo. Hayes immediately straightened. “Mr. Whitmore.” Arthur Whitmore. Founder of Whitmore Maritime Holdings. One of the largest shipping conglomerates in Europe.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

If she didn't know, then it wouldn't be true. Except she was already at the book. “The Law of Princely Marriage: The royal heir, be it male or female must wed of noble blood. No other suitors may be entertained.” “No,” she gasped, but the words stayed the same. Frantic, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and googled the law. It was a real law. There were no repeals. All Orsino marriages were of noble heritage. The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill.