Royal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

It was a green wolf head howling with what looked like water splashing up behind it. “Isn’t that just fitting.” I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. I reached out to softly touch it and when our skin made contact, sparks traveled up my arm straight threw the rest of my body. I felt a slight pinching feeling where my mark was, I immediately rubbed and noticed that something didn’t feel right. I ran over to the mirror in the bathroom and pull the collar of shirt over so I could clearly see my mark. My shape was the same as his but my color was more purple. I guess that made sense too since in the old days, the color purple signified royalty. I was still admiri

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

"Y-You're highness, I-I am Louis Ronnenburgh. The third s-son of the Duke and twin brother o-of your wife—" "...and why the fuck are you the one here? Where's your sister? The Duke can't possibly set me up to marry a boy!" "My s-sister has been missing so they made me her r-replacement until she is fou—" "DOES THE HOUSE RONNENBURGH TAKE ME FOR A FOOL!?" The Prince raised his voice. "N-No! It's not like that your highness!" He pushed Louie away and began to look hostile. "JUST BECAUSE I'M THE MOST UNFAVORED SON OF THE EMPEROR DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TREAT ME LIKE THIS! I AM THE IMPERIAL PRINCE RUSSEL HEILSONNE!!"

"Girl! You should see your face right now, peace mocked." "Will you ever be on my side? Ugh!" "No, never she sings." Finally, after five tormenting hours on makeup and hairstyling, they think it's time to set me free. Peace showed me the three dresses, Alex picked for me and honestly, they are all breathtaking. One is a purple sleeveless body con gown that looks fitting. It is neither short nor long. It is beautiful. The other is a long strapless red gown. It shines brightly under the dim light and I can tell that It fit in perfectly, as it curves around my waist nicely but then, it's too revealing for my likeness.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

“The reason I took you down here was to show you these pictures. This way, you will be able to recognize them later tonight. This first one here is of King Carlo, father of Prince Marco.” Sabrina looked at the picture of the man and instantly saw the resemblance to her lover. He had the same nose and sharp eyes. In the picture, the King was seated on a golden throne with a red velvet seat. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with intricate yellow designs sewn into it. The King's hair was white, but just as thick as his young son's. It took her a moment, but she recognized one of the photos from her interview as him. “He looks a lot like Marco,” Sabrina whispered, just loud enough for Winston to

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.

as a guide for my actions. I open my eyes wide to contemplate the grand palace I never imagined, but my lips remain firm. This place always impresses, but I prefer to keep my emotions to myself. I must be cold and unfeeling. The doors at the end of the hall open to reveal the biggest hall I've ever seen, bigger even than the throne room. I don't think I'll ever get used to the brutal size of this place. I go through the door and come across a staircase. The steps lead to a wide space where all the nobles of the five sectors await impassively for my arrival. They are grouped by name and number. Some are whispering among themselves, probably about me and running away with the Crown Prince. On

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.