Novel & Cerita Royal Prestige

Everyone was happy and elated, well, everyone but me who had my death sentence signed by my own home pack. A Royal Union was seen as sacred in the werewolf community, it was not something for many eyes. But because of the mid ranking wolves and low ranking wolves of high prestige and achievement, there was something of a courtesy banquet held in the Grand Hall of the royal palace, the chandelier stood in the center, a glittering masterpiece that hung in the center of the hall.

(COTTON CROWN) GOLD AND SILVER. The words that make someone stands out in the crowd. A word and a standing that makes the entirety of someone’s life across the lights and stage of the prominent individuals in the play and life of an aristocrat. PRESTIGE. The honor of one’s heart, the pride someone carries and could never be stolen by anyone, but can be ruined by false and lies. A glance and what people see hears and respect. The honor a knight earns in battle, defense for the weak, and even standing bravely where no one will and can.

Hehe. "Wow! I never saw a card like this. You're truly rich, Agape!" Astonished, they took my card from me and scanned it. It was made in pure gold, silver and platinum. It has 'Royalty Card' words engraved to it using melted diamond. On the top right, it has a symbol of a crown. Mine's a tiara since I'm a Princess yet. And yes, the symbol depends on the royal's position in their household. I saw father's Royal Card before. His symbol was a King's crown since he was a King.

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.

She looked younger than her age and is a mouthwatering beauty. “To fulfil all righteousness, child. You will understand sooner or later. Pray thee, this masculine is the best for you. There is nothing more surreal as this”, she says in her clean English accent. Years of being a royal queen really shaped my mum. I mean, you should have seen her when she was a full-time peasant mistress. Always chilling like a villain.

A few seconds later, the trumpets played and Sir Saint opened the doors. “Presenting, the Royal Family of Wilhem.” King Ricardo was in front, wearing a plain white coat with gold linings and an elegant single-layered silver crown. Queen Josephine, who wrapped her arm on King Ricardo’s arm, was wearing a long, asymmetrical plum dress with her hair in a bun and of course, the same crown King Ricardo was wearing. Behind them, was Princess Althea and Prince Thomas. Althea was wearing a yellow pouf dress that reached her knees and she had her hair in a ponytail. Her tiara set perfectly on her head. Thomas was just as simple as his Father but he wore a long sleeve polo and a one-sided brown coat t

“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”

“Impossible! If it just needed to be taken in, that’d be one thing, but letting it out…” Fashion Divas’ dresses were divided into four categories. The Prestige line was the highest tier, featuring the most exclusive, limited-edition designs, created according to celebrities’ personal preferences. In these cases, the celebrities themselves decided exactly how they wanted their dresses to look, and a designer from the brand would refine and adjust them until the artist gave final approval. Once completed, the dresses were gifted to the celebrities to debut at major events, generating massive publicity for the brand. It went without saying—they cost a fortune. I debuted my Prestige model at the

Shirley narrowed her eyes, ready for revenge. A paper bag suddenly appeared in front of Shirley. Shirley's gaze fell on the logo on the strap, the logo of a French bespoke perfume brand. This perfume was not something you could just buy with money. This perfume was only available in limited supply to the royal family. In other words, unless you had connections to the royal family, you couldn't even think of getting it despite having money. "The latest perfume, exclusively for you," Keith's narrow eyes were alluring as he nonchalantly said, "This is a custom-made perfume just for you, the one you like."

His grip on my hand tightened again. "Ismelda's no slouch either. You all be so focus on the amount of blood a person has. You look at the supposed "prestige" and "pedigree" that comes with whether or not the person you're looking at is pure enough for you. Last I checked, many a royal tried to keep it in the family... you see how that turned out. Diversity is key." I said, smartly. It was the first time he frowned. He leaned down.