Novelas y relatos de Royal

“Victoria!” “Sister!” Two figures came rushing in without further announcement. The first was a middle-aged man with a dominant stance and identical ruby-red eyes. He had chocolate-colored hair, like the female who entered her room. It was evident that Tori and Sabina were leagues apart from each other. While Tori had fiery ruby eyes and silky golden ringlets, Sabina had calm pale sapphire eyes and straight chocolate-colored hair. In simple terms, Victoria truly looked like a noble, while Sabina lacked the red eyes that symbolized the Dukedom of Rozenreff.

Her face was young, and she looked suspicious of Saffron, her brown eyes watching her every step. "Finally, the youngest of the Princes, our dear Kingsley," August boomed gesturing towards the young man who sat slightly away from the rest of the family. His hair was a deep, inky black. It nestled in the collar of his shirt, pulled into a small braid. His face was incredibly young, yet his eyes held something older within their blue depths. Saffron nearly gasped aloud when his eyes met hers. They were so icy blue they appeared transparent. His face was fine-boned, and he was stunningly beautiful. He had full lips and a delicate nose. He appeared as if a strong wind would break him.

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Your ears picked up on my words right away and reacted. In response to the elderly woman's comments, Esme let out a giddy laugh, but she did not break her expectant gaze. _My youngest son looks just like you. Your hair and eyes are the only things that set you apart. He has eyes fit for a king. "He looks just like me? What exactly is an eye of royalty? Is it because of the colour that it was called that?" _Purple is the colour of royalty. And yes, the two of you are a mirror image of each other. It would be extremely difficult to differentiate the two of you if you stood next to each other and covered your eyes.

They took me from handsome Logan to even more handsome Logan. My suit fit me like a glove, and its royal blue hue exuded a regal charm. The fabric draped beautifully, hugging me in a fitted elegance. The jacket, embellished with delicate accents, framed my shoulders with a confident silhouette. The royal blue trousers completed the ensemble, tailored to perfection. As I adjusted the crisp white shirt and secured a matching royal blue tie, the ensemble spoke of sophistication.

“A perfectly timed attack, just as Charles took his rightful place-” Regina met her gaze, unflinching. “Rightful place?” she echoed, her voice deceptively soft. “Tell me, Lady Margaret… when exactly did Charles become my husband in the first place. It seems you are forgetting it was not Charles’s rightful place, but rather my husband’s. And I am not wedded to anyone yet, and that still does not change the fact that I am the heir. I hope you understand titles are not something to take so lightly.” Margret’s mouth opened to speak, but a sharp look from Regina made her pause as she continued, “You even forgot to greet me first, the Grand Duchess, as you should have given your status.”

The edges of the robe were lined with fur, stark white that made the dark fabric even more commanding. Beneath, his tunic was deep crimson, a reminder of his name, his legacy, and his ferocity. Across his chest gleamed the sigil of the crown – the mark of the Alpha King! A howling wolf made out of iron and silver, prof that he was the most powerful being in the room. A warning...

“I am Aeron, Alpha of Obsidian. And if you don’t move, you’ll regret standing in my way.” Laughter rippled among the guards. “He even speaks like him. Clever.” Aeron inhaled slowly, then stepped closer. “You want proof?” His hand lifted, and in one swift motion, he bared his forearm. The skin shimmered, revealing the mark of the Obsidian—the tattoo that every member of the royal family had. It was a tattoo etched in silver light. It glowed in the light as they stared at it. “Tell me, can a trick forge this?”

he asked. "I thought it was Marquees... I may be wrong... Isn't it King-> Prince-> Marquess -> Earl -> Viscount -> Baron...But to think of it, there are no Marquess in the British Royal Family, is there? There is The Queen, Princes, Dukes, Earls and so on... So maybe you're right," she shrugged. "Mmm," he smiled at her. Look at her having knowledge about everything! She is smart! "Is this Charlie?" she asked, shuffling through the other photographs. "Isn't this the bear we have at the office garden? Did he carve it..? With a CHAINSAW?" her eyes widened and her jaws dropped.

“I would like to show you if you come to my country. You will enjoy riding them.” “Thank you, sir,” Andry bowed. “Choose a horse, please.” He added, pointing at the five animals in front of him. “Mm. “ the king pretended to think and stared at the golden-haired male, a small smirk at the corner of his lips. “I would like you to choose one for me. The best one.” “The best?” Andry smiled. “This one,” He did not hesitate to point at a gorgeous black horse. “It is a purebred Arabic, her name is Scarlett. She is a female.”