Royal Servant Novels & Stories

our son, Cloudy would be the one to inherit the throne. I snapped back when there was a plate of steak served in front of me. I inhaled slowly upon seeing that there were servants here, specifically women who had slave collars on their necks, who served me the food. Then beside me were two masculine rogues who were supposed to guard me and must keep their guard up because I was known as one of the excellent soldiers who could fight menacingly with or without a weapon handed to me. "Have you thought about my proposal, Rachellian?"

Royal replied wondering why she changed the topic. "You serve everyone? I don't get you Royal." "I mean to say I am a servant to everyone wolf in Wolfe Crimson Kingdom." Royal told Ariel. "That means you run errands for every household in Wolfe Crimson?" Ariel asked. "Yes and that was why I said everyone knows me and I know everyone." Royal answered, still smiling. "Isn't that stressful running errands for people?" "It's my job and I am used to it already." Royal responds. He wasn't used to it but he has to keep on with his facade until he has achieved his aim.

I was eighteen when I left my pack. I ran away with Stanley, my fated mate. He never gave me a proper mating ceremony. But I loved him. I would have done anything. I watched him build his pack. Become an Alpha. Take over half the territories in the North. The first time we made love, he marked my neck and promised me a grand ceremony. One day. I kept waiting. For over twenty years, I tried to be the perfect Luna for him. Then came my forty-fifth birthday. I thought it was time. Time for that ceremony he promised, in the sacred springs of Starfall Valley. But he had another surprise for me. I found him in our pack’s private hot spring, pinning his dead brother’s mate beneath him. That’s when

Gian's POV The servant's hall was a separate four-storey building located at the east side of the mansion, with its very own pool, pond and garden. On the first floor, there was a dainty lobby with padded chairs and a tea table. A television set hanging on the wall, a glass-door fridge full of fruit drinks ( I was dying to get one, perhaps a grape flavor), a coffee machine, and a counter with yummy looking cakes and pastries. Wait, is that a croissant?

His voice echoed through the castle and the servants all trembled in fear. When none of them gave him a reply, Julius bought out a sword from the right side of his throne. He stood up and walked to the first servant. He raised the sword and slit the servant's throat. The servant fell to the ground with a copious amount of blood gushing out of his neck. The rest of the servants all let out a deafening scream. "Tell me who killed luna queen Qetiyah?" He shouted at the next servant. The servant shook in fear but manage to speak up. "Your highness, I......." The servant stuttered and fell to the ground as the king stabbed him in the stomach repeatedly. Blood flow out of the servant's stomach lik

As a matter of fact, about half of my head is already filled with the pleasure of travelling from hereafter, but of course, I won't say it. "So, what can we do about Fran's position?" "I am the prince's servant" As if her self-introduction earlier was a lie, Fran speaks out bluntly. "Servant, you say? Though here are some parts to which overlaps with my role..." "I will do the miscellaneous chores around the prince. You can continue to just be his watchdog" "...! I, even I have been with Allan-sama for many years..." This is bad, a hair-triggering crisis has appeared.

Vanguard ate slowly, savoring each bite, unaware that the palace below him was rotting with terror. The servants stood lined against the wall, eyes lowered, hands clasped so tightly their knuckles ached. No one wanted to speak. No one wanted to die. A young servant—new, trembling—was pushed forward by the others. His legs shook so hard he nearly fell. “My… my lord,” he said softly. Vanguard did not look up. “If this is about the wine, replace it.” The servant swallowed. “It is not, Your Majesty.” Vanguard lifted his head.

If anything, her expression is one of… anticipation? “Ahem.” A voice comes from the stairs behind us. An old man standing there, staring down at the crowd. “My name is Landon, and I am the housekeeper of the Royal Palace. What that means is that I am in command of all those who serve His Majesty, the Alpha King Leopold.” Restless murmurs echo around the vast cavernous room. Landon clears his throat again, and the whispers cease. “Consider yourself fortunate to be serving the king. It is a great honor and privilege.”

The servant held an even larger, more extravagant basket overflowing with flowers. The servant gave a respectful bow. "From His Majesty, the king."

I expected the servants to be offended at my harsh words and tone, but instead, he broke into a gentle smile. "I understand that you are very alert and aware of your surroundings, a good trait for a warrior of your eminence. But you need to remember, this is the Royal Palace, and not everyone can be trusted. There could be plots of mutiny and sabotage lurking around every corner, so visiting the Royals is never done directly to protect them and those who are under their care. His Majesty is very particular about his security." The servant's explanation made me relax slightly. The King was wiser than I thought and not a stuck-up bastard like his son. I allowed myself to continue to be led and