Royal Noble Novels & Stories

The man had a very dark history among us commons. It is known that the blood of royals is immortal. Meaning, once you’re a royal, wedded to a royal and sealed by blood covenant or born of a royal. You would live eternally. There was only one plant, of which its name is always only known by the King and the Chief Healer of the castle, could kill a royal. It is said its venom is slid into the hilt of a dagger and when it is very necessary, the royal would be stabbed directly in his/her heart to put an end to their lives.

She winked. "You're not planning something to him, are you?" I asked, stoically. She brought the mug to her lips, looking at me through her thick lashes. Putting the mug down the counter, she then sighed. "He's a cool dude. You got me wrong, Preston." She chuckled. "Nick told me that The Royals are for the children of the richest politicians and businessmen studying in Kingsley. How come you could just add a member?" I asked, curiously. "I told you, you don't know Nicholas." She scoffed. "You don't get part of this circle if your parents are rich." She slightly laughed, causing me to furrow my brows.

Hugh lowered his voice at this time, and he asked Felix in surprise, “Felix, does the Northern European royal family pay so much attention to these details? They have a special makeup requirement when they go to public places?” Felix chuckled and said, “The rules that the European royal families have are much more as compared to the rules in our ancient dynasty. There is a tag made by the royal family instrument teacher on each of their clothing and accessories. What kind of clothing would correspond to what kind of occasion, and even what kind of necklace would correspond to the kind of environment. The number of cumbersome rules can even be compiled and published as a book. Anyone who gets

Cassia’s Pov We were finishing the dressing of the brunch table for the royals when the doors burst open, and a shrill female voice rang out, “What do you mean he’s not coming down? How long will he ignore the issue of his dead brother?” The maids and I immediately formed the "courtesy formation." I remembered learning that this was a sign of respect for high-ranking officials or royalty—positioning ourselves at the edges of the room, either individually or together.

The room burst into laughter. “My name is Princess Alvarez. I’m the vice president of this esteemed institution, and it’s an honor to be here. You may be wondering why I’m standing before you today. Well, it’s tradition here at Royalty College for upperclassmen to welcome the freshmen and guide them through what they need to know about the school—and a few other things too. “So without wasting much time, let me tell you about the five clubs we have. You’ll be choosing the one that suits you best. But be warned—some clubs are selective. You’ll have to pass a screening to get in.

Every eye turned toward the entrance, waiting to catch a glimpse of the birthday celebrant. And then he appeared, stepping into the hall with an air of regality that matched his noble lineage. Prince Simon’s attire, carefully chosen for this momentous occasion, exuded elegance and authority. His robe, adorned with intricate embroidery, shimmered in the soft glow of the candlelight. The royal crest emblazoned on his chest spoke of his heritage and the weight of responsibility he carried.

"What are you talking about? Of course it is!" "It isn't." I stated bluntly. "What is there to differentiate royals from ordinary Moroi? It is almost nothing but a title that has others fawning over them. Being a royal offers no advantages. It's not like they're extra powerful or anything. A royal is only a royal because of their family name, because of something that their ancestors had done thousands of years ago." "Kai, royalty is royalty. It establishes a system that is much easier to follow, that is all. Without the existence of royal families, the election of monarchy is much harder than you could possibly imagine. Think of it as having different political parties."

I glance back out the window briefly. “So the nobles actually have power here.” “Yes. Enough that the royals must remain careful.” “So the council can challenge the royals?” “Yes,” Zahra answers simply. “And often does.” That already sounds wildly different from the West. That feels strange to me. In the West and even at home, nobles bent themselves around the throne like frightened dogs, cowering to every word of the king. “The royal family itself is small,” Zahra continues. “The king, the queen, their children, and blood relatives close enough to matter politically.”

“Today, I proclaim to all of you. Thariem of Lunekleare, the Crown Prince of Clapestris, is now, the Royal Knight of Clapestris, after the Order of Eren-Narses. The bearer of the highest title next to the King.” The title of a Royal Knight is nobler than a Crowned Prince. The title made Queen Dowager cry silently. The last time she heard about this was when she was five years old. It’s been seventy years since she witnessed a proclamation. She cannot believe that an old woman like her was able to hear two royal knight proclamations in one lifetime. It makes her cry even more because the bearer is her grandson. Everyone spoke blessings to the Prince who is also now a Royal Knight.

“Hmm.. Very regal, indeed.” “And you will be Royal Consort Akari Nikolai-Kingston.” “It has a nice ring to it.” ****