Royal Servant Novels & Stories

“Could you help me get a glass of water to drink?" Dominic nodded then clapped his hands twice, immediately, several servants entered with their heads bowed and their hands clasped together. They were dressed in rich black and gold uniforms far too elegant for ordinary servants. They carried themselves like royalty, which left me wondering— Who is Dominic aside from being my father's strongest warrior? "Get my mate a glass of water.” I watched the servant's eyes shoot up from shock the moment he said that. Why's that? Were they shocked he called me his mate?

He stepped to where I stood. "Little human, who is your master?" He asked in a calm, but spine-chilling tone. "SirPrince Anthony..." I said looking away from his glowing red eyes. I felt like I was staring at all the people he had drank blood from. What if he has killed some of those people? "Okay, so you are a royal servant. Next time, if someone asks you a question, just start off with I am a royal servant. It will save us all some time." He went to pat my head, but I stepped back behind Maria before he could touch me.

Nena said as she reaches her breath. “What?! Where is he?” Reina being a fan of that Prince asked Nena exasperatingly. She even shook Nena’s shoulder. “And do you know why there are so many black cars and those tuxedo men out there?” Reina asked as he pointed in the direction of those men in a black suit. “All of them are the Royal Servants of Denmark, the bodyguards of the prince. And you will be shocked if I tell you who’s the prin—”

Kilian stepped in front of me. “She does not speak english. IShe is my new servant. Dad, you can not have her. You bought her for me!” The word hit me hard. Servant! Was he telling his dad I was his servant? Would his father take me now that the truth was out. “Lyra?” Dragan’s face turns to regrat.

He has even killed three servants till now. "Royal Jack." I speak as I reach at an appropriate distance. He turns his gaze towards me and I see his eyes burning in red color. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU NOW!?" He shouted at me. I lean my head back a little, he's too loud. "I'm the New Servant Manager." I speak looking at him. He looks at me with an uninterpretable emotion in his eyes. "I'm so-rr-y, Roya-l Jack." The servant speaks.

Xylan Wellington did not immediately answer Ronald Wings' question. The viceroy looked thoughtful with furrowed brows. "I ... can't confirm that yet," Xylan said, sounding hesitant. Ronald bit his lower lip. Uh, his words were actually the same as accusing one of the servants of betraying the king. Because, only the servant who was around at the time of his conversation with the king. However, all of the king's servants who were close to them at that time were women. Ronald felt that he had spoken wrongly.

"Your highness! I've found you!" the servant said, quickly bowing. It was one of the Netheridge servants. Prince Ron frowned deeply. "You've what?" The servant excitedly repeated his words. "I've found you, your highness. I've won the game" Ron was very displeased. His own servants knew how to read his expressions but this Netheridge servant didn't so he'd have to teach him. The servant raised his head to find Prince Ron glaring at him and he paled. He started to sweat and panic. Was this the beautiful nice Prince he knew? This one looked so scary!

"Thank you for taking the time to read this humble letter, Your Royal Majesty. We, the servants, eagerly anticipate the winds of change that shall sweep through our lives, bearing the touch of your wisdom and compassion. May these heartfelt words be met with an equally sincere response, as we eagerly await a future replete with transformation." As the servant concluded his recitation, an unexpected murmur rippled through the throne hall. Daphne's eyes widened with confusion, and she sprung up from her seat, bewildered by the unexpected turn of events. She hurriedly approached the servant, demanding to know what he had just read. "No, what's all these? I don't understand what you just read."

I handed it for him to take, but he stepped back. “Anything given personally by the royal family must go straight to the receiver.” “Oh,”I mused, “Where's the prince then?” Instead of telling me, the man asked me to follow him inside. I expected to see the servants inside, but there was no one but us. “Sir, if I may ask, why is there no servant around? Who serves the prince?” “No one is willing to serve him. Servants will only come once in a while to clean.” For some reason, what I heard made me sad. He can be a jerk, a pervert sometimes, but is he really that bad?

I called as I arrived home, “take a rest. You are dismissed for now.” “I was supposed to work for—” “I know.” My eyes darkened as I cut her off, my tone leaving no room for argument. “But not now.” “Your Majesty, can I have a moment to talk?” Valerian’s expression tightened the moment he saw us, urgency evident in every line of his posture. “Violet, this is Rosa, your personal servant. She will help you with your daily necessities. Please follow her to your assigned room.” “Then I will take my leave.” She bowed slightly before following the servant without hesitation.