Royal Orders 소설 & 이야기

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.

She then opened the door after hearing her father’s voice. As expected, her mother is already sitting on the sofa. Hannah should feel the pressure, but she held her head high as she walked towards her father’s table. One thing about being a royal is that you should never show any strange emotions. You should be confident in everything you do. And Hannah did. She was proud of what she had made for her proposal. She can handle the judgment or even an insult that will come out of her parents' mouth. "Father, mother." She curtsied as a greeting.

"You might want to double check with them though" "Alright. Eight hundred over five hundred; we're still outnumbered" David offers me a smile before shaking his head. "Come on, you're the King. Surely you have contacts" Austin looks to Clyde desperately. "I do but they're all other Royals around the globe. I can't call on packs in America to fight. I'm not Alpha and being King doesn't mean they'll stand to fight" Why wouldn't they fight to protect the King? I know I would...well I don't really have a choice right now. But I still would. If Clyde can't persuade the packs in America to fight, I know someone who can help.

“You are not in the position to judge them. Your family came with a customized limousine too.” My judgement stopped just the same time the car stopped. The driver stepped out first. Then another door opened. The King came down with an unexplainable aura. There was no way I could mistake him for anyone. I've seen him during elite gatherings and I've watched him closely. The Queen followed, composed, distant, her expression unreadable as usual. A ripple went through the students as our guests revealed themselves. So the very important guests were royals. English royals with a significant difference.

The woman hurried to sign for the package, and I slipped toward the exit. By the time she turned around, I was already standing outside. “Ma’am, I can’t complete this order today. I’ll file an incident report with the app. If you really need pet care, please place a new order with clear details.” I left immediately. At the time, I thought it was just a weird mix-up. I had no idea that from the moment I stepped into that mansion, I was already being targeted.

They were kings in the past, but His Superior Majesty, King Erebus, dethroned them in a Primal like this long ago. I look down there, at the wolf I don't know. He is tall, as tall as the Princes, with long copper hair and golden eyes. He wears a type of armor like the ones I've seen before in the old books, with hard plates on his chest, belly, shoulders and thighs, with intricate designs that I can't see. There are metals all over his clothes. His hair has been braided, away from his face, and there are metals in it too.

Formally. Called upon to validate her royal mark in the presence of the High Circle, the Council, and—worst of all—the entire kingdom. A display masked as protocol, but pulsing with something far darker. My father’s orders. He had sent out letters at dawn. Elegant scrolls, sealed with the royal crest—words dressed in pleasantries but dripping with authority. Polite invitations, he’d said. But I knew better. This was a demand wrapped in velvet. A political blade hidden in silk.

In a seat designated for royalty. How is this happening?

"The Queen is requesting a private performance at Windsor Castle. She wants to hear the piece that 'represents the triumph of authentic artistry over manufactured controversy.'" Jake stared at her in amazement. "The Queen of England wants a private concert?"

I then glanced at Aria, whose wolf was at the front foot to deal with this threat aka me, her possessiveness doubled the exhilaration of my approaching victory. “Thank you, Alpha Zayden. I have just one more favor to ask from you. Can you please elaborate on the part where a Royal is entitled to keep everyone who has served them physically?” Although my statement was quite coded, it overjoyed Zayden. He spoke enthusiastically. “If a man or a woman had ever slept with a Royal, he/she will belong to them until death.” A chorus of startled gasps reverberated the surroundings. Luna Flora hurriedly stepped forward, grabbing Zayden’s hand, and bellowed hysterically.