Royal Novels & Stories

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

She loved parties and dances and this one was in her and AJ's honor. Glancing at the colors she wore, she looked over at her mother. Her mother also wore green and she had a feeling that her dad matched Xander. She had almost forgotten that the Royals all use green in their family crests. Though the Stuarts had two wolves in theirs and the Campbells had a lion and two wolves. Her mother wore a beautiful crown as well and her jewelry was all diamonds without any color. She realized that the outfits had been chosen to match their likes and dislikes. So that it showed their own personality, letting it shine through.

I hissed at him, holding the stable keeper's shoulder to comfort him. “My lady.” He bowed, still shivering. “Your Highness , you mean. Can't you see the colors of the robe?” Liora hissed. The stable keeper and I immediately got aware of the robe I was wearing. It had the royal emblem of a wolf stepping on the moon all around it. “Oh, you're the Human Queen.” He muttered, and I could swear I heard disgust in his voice. “Are you disappointed?” I chuckled, hoping to see his reaction.

One is for Stark and his relations to have their meals, while the other is for his pack members. “No, why?" I furrowed my brows as she asked the question. I've always pondered the meaning behind the name "Royal." Isn't it true that royals are typically associated with representing kings? I also observed that while the people here dress elegantly, they don't actually belong as royals. Reflecting on it now, I realize that it doesn't really make sense. Why name a pack Royal, build a castle, and follow their dressing style when they aren't related to a king for that mat

I extend my hand and pluck out a box of tea with a vivid painting of a ballroom and nobility from the regency era. The labeling states Royal British Earl Grey. Oooh, Interesting! I'd like to try this sometime. Placing it back, my eyes drift to a box with a painting of a silver dragon soaring over an emerald European countryside. A determined-looking medieval knight clad in armor sits atop the dragon's neck. The Knights' dark blue surcoat whipped in the wind behind him, a blue Christian Cross in the middle of his doublet. Sword raised in one hand while in the other a shield covered with the same Cross. Tufts of his blonde hair escape through his open helmet.

Choice shows choosing. Twelve small thrones circled. Thirteenth for Julian bright not faint now because Julian as Sacrifice endures. Fourteenth for Victoria faint glow white-gold now bright red now true form now priced now ice now ended. Fifteenth for birthmark baby small black and gold giggling alive again second time healing small white-gold. Sixteenth for dagger healing ice now choosing.

“For richer and for richer, till death do you part?” “I do” “Do you Vanessa Decruz accept to be the Queen along side your king?” “I do” “Do you Vanessa Decruz promise to serve the country and its citizen along side your king with diligence and utmost dedication?” “I do” “With the power vested in me as the officiating priest and the former king, I declare you Vanessa Decruz, which will be known henceforth as Vanessa Amaan, as the Wife of Richard Amaan and the Queen of the nation”

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

He threw back his head and laughed. "I also don't like formalities," He told me after he had recovered. "Adeia and I both hate being royal." "Hate is a strong word, Cisses." "Fine then. Adeia and I dislike having royal blood," He emphasized the dislike so much, I couldn't help but giggle. I liked Cisses quite a lot. From how he stood to how he spoke, he didn't give me much of a royal vibe. I didn't feel like I was talking to Prince but as if I was speaking to a close family member.

I frowned as I heard his name, reminds of a biblical traitor or whatever. I waited until the room fell silent and I am alone again. I examined the red envelope; the seal is already broken. But I recognized that it was the seal of our kingdom. It has a growling lion in the middle while sword and shield were in the background. And they were surrounded by vines and has several flowers in them, those are roses. The seal is bathe with gold, but the roses were precisely colored as red, almost similar with the color of blood.