Royal Merchant Novels & Stories

He was only the first. As soon as he finished, another merchant was escorted into the lounge, followed by another, then another after that. It wasn’t long before the spacious hall was filled with the kingdom’s most respected merchants, each hoping to leave a lasting impression. The lounge no longer looked like part of the royal palace. Instead, it resembled a grand exhibition where the finest treasures from across the continent had been gathered under one roof.

I refused to be a mere decorative figure and was willing to face the challenges that arose. I found support from people who believed in me and in my ability to overcome challenges. Nicholas, the commander of the royal guard and close friend of Prince Alexander, became a loyal confidant and a guide during this transition period. His wisdom and impartial perspective helped me navigate the complexities of royalty, keeping my authenticity intact.

-Vincent- After dropping Evelyn off, I went straight to the new house I had purchased for Evelyn. And I couldn’t be more happy to know that Tony was able to convince the King of Norrustra to do the same. The Royals Mansion is the most luxurious, safest place any person could buy a house from. Before anyone can buy a home here, an extensive background check has to be made. Not only that, but they also need to be part of their exclusive club called The Regal.

“You’re still alive. That’s a good sign.” “Barely,” I muttered, wincing as I touched my ribs. He grinned. “Welcome to Royalty College, bro. Now the real war begins.”

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."

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.

A middle-aged man with a high temperament appeared at the entrance followed by another four men behind her. Carissa’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t have to guess. These five people were the Royal Packs Leaders. Their aura was combined and Carissa couldn’t help herself from backing away unconsciously. Her pupil shranks as sweat rolled down her back. She was a princess from the Hunter’s Royal Tribes indeed. But, faced with these aged people in front of her made her confidence swayed slightly.

"I didn't drag you. I merely nudged you along." "You hauled two hundred pounds of dead weight through freezing rain, Jade," I replied softly, my amber eyes lingering on the quiet strength in her frame. "Don't sell yourself short." The royal market was alive with color, noise, and autumn energy. Vibrant silk banners snapped in the light breeze above wooden stalls laden with fresh harvest fruits, cured meats, woven rugs, and polished silver jewelry. The moment the townsfolk recognized me walking down the paved boulevard without guards or formal royal regalia, a collective murmur swept through the crowd.

**** They sat at the Conference room that's already fill with most of the Shareholders and Board of Directors. The Prince sat at the head of the table with Mami by his left, follow by the king beside her. Most of the shareholders of the company are the immediate and extended Royal Families. Their great great great grand Father build it to support the royal family, and every child that is born normally get 1% share. The Emirate Group serves as their main sources of income, with the Prince serving as the CEO until the next Prince is of age to take over the company. "Who are we still waiting for" Mami whispers as she tilted her head towards the Prince.

His request came as a shock, and I raised a brow, saying nothing at first. “Please, Ariana.” He begged, and with a sigh, I started to say something. “I, her royal highness of the Warwick Kingdom, hereby grant you ble—” “It must seem you’re a fan of masochism, princess.” I turned swiftly to the voice. It was the merchant, his eye color had changed to a golden hue. “What are you talking about?” I demanded. There was a sadistic smile on his mean, “You must be a masochist, if not why would you willingly let yourself be a fool to something you claim to detest. To this cheap tricky man.”