Royal Servant Novels & Stories

“He works for you, and has worked for you for years now.” “Still does not ring a bell, I’m sorry.” Then after a few seconds, he added, “Well, if he does work for me, there is still a possibility that I have not even seen him in my life. We have a lot of workers and staff, ma’am. I don’t know all of them. And to make things clear, they don’t really work for me. They work for the Royal Mansion, so they’re basically working for the pack.”

"I don't mind you becoming the second Taylor." "I'm sure you're a smart guy. Don't let me down." His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. I was nailed in place and dared not move. My mind was blank and lost the ability to think. All I heard was my humble confession: "Your Majesty, I will always serve you and the Queen. I am your and the Queen's most loyal servant."

Not that they are not all still straining their ears to listen or anything. Mary walks in just as I get back to washing dishes and gives me a click once over. I am not sure what she is looking for but she seems satisfied with whatever it is. She walks over and stops right next to me and just waits for me to set down my dishes. I do so and turn to her with a polite smile that makes my face feel like it is going to break. "Laina, perfect, the Prince is here and he is thoroughly against anybody but nobility serving him. He does not like to have the common person close to him. Would you mind taking care of that table?" Mary asks me.

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.

His clothes were too expensive, his eyes, too malevolent. “Your Highness?” I turned with eyes full of tears; I had rubbed them with my sleeve to get that effect. Goldwork was a pretty scratchy material. “Y-yes...you came?” “You may call me Servitor Ignacio.” I nodded. Not a thrall, no, a servitor. That was top brass. “Servitor Ignacio, I would like to entrust the body of my poor uncle into your care.” “Yes, child of light. I know that the king is dead, but why—”

he says, urging me on. Is that supposed to be a compliment? He thinks I'm smart? Don’t tell him anything, my inner consciousness screams at me. But then he dazzles me the most beautiful, heart melting smile, the kind of smile I’d wanted him to give me since the first day I’d laid eyes on him—and that is that. The rational part of my brain quit working. Without thinking I'm blubbering. "If a royal person willingly accepts a Servant's role despite it being beneath their usual status and does so without despair or loss of dignity, that exemplifies fortitude. So I guess that what they are testing, but I'm not sur..."

I said. “Yes, prince. But, we would want you to keep an eye of any suspicious movements of each member of the royal household,” He aimed his hands directly to my shoulder, staring at me directly in the eye. His assistant was just beside him. He hadn’t said a word since. “I will do just that. Just get to the base of this matter as soon as possible,” I told them both. “Until next time, then” he said, stretching his hand forward for a handshake. I shook his hands directly and met his gaze.

The head servant—an elderly Lycan who had served the royal family since my grandfather's time—arranged a single white rose in a crystal vase as the finishing touch. "Will there be anything else, Your Majesty?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is perfect, Eduard. Thank you." He bowed slightly, then gestured for the others to follow him out. The door closed with a barely audible click, leaving us alone once more.

CHAPTER 54 The Child Inside Her Nyra’s POV The moment the healer whispered that the poisoned cup belonged to Cassian’s trusted servant, the entire room became silent, nobody moved and nobody breathed. Cassian’s arms tightened around me instantly and his silver eyes turned terrifying. “Who?” he asked again. The healer swallowed hard. “Servant Lorian.” Shock spread across the chamber immediately and one guard looked horrified. “That’s impossible.” Another servant started crying. “Lorian served the royal family for years.”

the king asked the man servant for the crown prince. “Your Majesty, the Crown Prince left before lunch in the morning and has not returned, along with his selected companions,” the servant, Mauricio’s personal servant, answered. Mauricio does not engage closely with his servants, even with the person who attends to his personal needs. Well, not if the person is from the same gender as Mauricio. Because when he likes a maidservant, Mauricio will demand being served on his bed in his chamber. But to avoid such scandalous things happening more often and disgusting as it was already happening, the king and queen appointed male servants to serve Mauricio on his basic and daily needs.