Novel & Cerita Royal Mess

“Royal household. This is the butler speaking. How may I be of help?” “I need to speak directly to the king.” “And who is this?” “Don Aziel.” “A moment please.” The line went mute for five minutes before someone finally spoke. “Hello,” finally the king said, his voice unmistakably irritated. “We have a problem.” “If this is about Zarek being stubborn, rest assured I’ve had enough for today. Tell him I’ll cut his allowance.” “He’s been kidnapped,” I said, not having the time to mince my words. “How did that happen? I thought you—”

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

“Nobody misses the palace barbecue.” That reminded me… I looked around the room. “Okay… seriously.” Every conversation slowed. “What is this Royal Ribbon?” The silence that followed lasted only a heartbeat. Then… Raiden smiled into his coffee. “It’s memorable.” Zayden nodded his head once. “Oh, definitely unforgettable.” Roman folded his arms across his chest. “It’s one of the oldest traditions in the kingdom.” “People talk about it for years,” Ronan added. Kael tried to hide his grin behind his mug. Ryker suddenly became very interested in the television. I narrowed my eyes. “None of you are actually answering my question.”

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."

Apparently, the royal meal was just wine and small cookies, the size of the fingernail. The Alpha King took his glass, raised it high, and his voice booned through the hall, "Congratulations to the New Royal General!" he said, before gulping all the contents and the audiences repeated his earlier words before gulping down theirs, all at once! From there, what followed was a session of one-on-one toasting, and every time a royal member walked to our table, they had a glass of wine in one hand, and gifts on the other. As a werewolf, a royal werewolf for this case, my alcohol tolerance was high, and no amount of Alcohol could possibly make me drank, but the same couldn't be said about my mate.

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

This didn’t have any effect on Mira who initially stopped to cover her mouth but went back to enjoying without care. “His majesty, Cornelius Richard the fourth, her majesty, Aglaya Cornelius and his royal highness, Orseus Cornelius the second.” The royal messenger announced as they were ready to enter with the judges entering ahead of royalty. Everyone stood up as the king and queen entered along with the crown prince and only sat down once the king gestured them to sit down. “The results are in my hands like a hot cake.” The royal messenger announced without lessening the momentum of the competition. The crowd held their breath

It was from a big blog with a heading that I just couldn't ignore. -Breaking News: HIS MAJESTY KING KAEL ANNOUNCES ROYAL MATING CEREMONY WITH LADY RISA. THE MOON BLOOD RITUAL TO COMMENCE SOON….read more…..- There was even a photo attached to it of Risa holding hands with the king in the royal court. She looked radiant, her eyes focused on him with a clarity I hadn't seen in years and he looked at her too like she belonged to him.

She moves comfortable on her sit and she start practicing her speech in her mind. "Hello Eveyone and Welcome" Umma Magajiya started as her voice echo through the entire hall. "I'll just go straight to the point. Am happy to announce to you all our new appointed Crown Princess, A person who am so proud of, Ladies and Gentleman I give you all our very own Princess....." The doors where suddenly thrown open which stops Umma Magajiya mid sentence. All the people turn their head towards the door to see the reason for that. After almost a minute, a single leg steps inside, for a moment before the person appear.

He realized that his boss didn't object at all to her using his exclusive restroom. Keith, in a seemingly good mood, said to Tony, "Instruct them to bring in something to eat every hour. Since she doesn't like the milk that the British royal family uses, let's switch to the one the Japanese royal family uses."