Royal Servant Novels & Stories

Gary hissed, suddenly bolting to his feet and marching toward me. I was backed up against a corner and could go no further when he grabbed my arm and shook me hard. A tendril of fear wrapped around my neck. “You stupid pup. Would you rather live like a lowly peasant and pass up an offer to be among a royal worker?” “Why do you make their jobs sound pleasant? They are not ‘royal’ servants. They are called servants!” I corrected him. “Well you wouldn’t end up being a lowly servant like them if the king takes pleasure in you.” He suggested. “It’s a great opportunity—.”

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.

So what happens to her? The meeting room was noisy. The advisers argued among themselves, raised their voices, proving something. Paper reports rustled. The sliding chairs creaked every now and then. At the end of the hall, on a raised platform, was an empty throne. Next to him stood a thin, elderly servant, with a tired look, wistfully watching the hall. His light blue doublet was carefully pressed, the silver buttons polished, and his spotless white shirt collar carefully starched. In his wrinkled hands, the servant clutched a stack of clean sheets on a wooden board - to write down the king's urgent orders.

They turned to look when Marco and Sabrina walked toward them and the ones who weren't wearing a green or purple pendant on their collar stepped to the side and dropped to a knee out of respect. “Good evening, everyone,” Marco said, as he and Sabrina walked by. The two made their way into the main room and Sabrina's gaze moved toward the very back, where the King of Orsino sat on his throne. He looked regal and proud as he gazed out at the audience. Seated next to him was Queen Magdalena. She sat with a smug expression on her face, as though she was too good for even her own party. Surrounding the royalty were guards, but also guests. Many of them appeared to be nobles, based on their expens

"I must stay with her, I am Princess Lianne's personal servant." "What a stubborn woman." Harrold clicked his tongue. "Must I tell you that Prince Russel has given me the authority over the servants of Lilac Palace? Don't make me repeat myself, little girl." "...y-yes, sir." Mary can't do anything and left Louie alone with Harrold. "You've got quite a stubborn, yet loyal servant." Harrold commented and gazed down on the frightened Louie. "Why must you act like this? If the word spreads about you going crazy, then it will greatly affect Prince Russel's reputation."

The only snake, most conniving, and traitorous person to ever exist Balthazar! He squeezed the shit out of the pen in his hand before breaking it in half. "Get the warriors out for a search. I'm going to talk with the Alpha." He sprang out of his recliner, immediately making his way to the Alpha King's office. "Balthazar has Anastasia," was the first thing that came out of Christian's mouth upon meeting the Royal Alpha, Dominic King. The lines that marked Dominic's forehead were enough to speak volumes of the anger bubbling inside him. Once again, the foul cockroach had not learned from his mistakes and decided to step into the lion's territory. "I mind-linked the guards; they reported the j

I smiled faintly to myself with my head bowed. She would never have to be so close to the royal that had attacked her any longer! This was wonderful news.. “I believe therefore you can be trusted enough for thus next role.” I blinked as Master Royl continued, his smile slightly stiff. I furrowed my brows at his expression, bit I nodded nonetheless. “At the morrow,” He cleared his throat. “You will be attending to a royal specifically.” He revealed, and I felt my stomach twist. “If you can accomplish this successfully, you will be a full fledged royal servant of the north wing.”

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice the servant approach with a message. "Your Majesty," the servant said, bowing slightly. "Lord Damon has arrived." Eldrick looked up, nodding for the servant to lead the way. "Bring him in." A moment later, Damon entered the royal chambers, his presence commanding the room. His dark cloak, rich with intricate designs, swept across the floor as he walked, the air seeming to change with every step he took. His eyes scanned the room with calculated coolness, and King Eldrick stood to greet him with the respect his position demanded.

“I’m not anyone special. I’m a servant.” “That’s the King’s order,” the maid said, bowed, and left. Still standing there, gaping, I didn’t notice a man step inside, followed by an older female servant. “Uhm…” The man cleared his throat, snapping me out of my haze. “I’m Edmund, the royal butler. I oversee the daily running of the palace. If you need anything at all during your stay here, don’t hesitate to inform me.” He then gestured toward the older woman beside him. “This is the royal designer. She’ll be responsible for your wardrobe.”