Royal Servant Novels & Stories

I hoped I would get it right. "T....there can be no begging, or crying. No complaining. A servant always has to be punctual, and a p.....personal servant shall not serve two masters. Never can a servant do anything without permission, and a s...servant never speaks unless spoken to. There shall also be no eye contact with the Royals." I couldn't believe I remembered them. I also couldn't believe how many rules I had broken as I said them out loud. The minute I was done, he tilted my head towards him and brought his lips close to my ear.

“You took everything from me.” She met my gaze without fear. “No. I reminded you who you are.” Who I am. A prince who lies. A future king who smiles while the man he loves is erased. Later, alone, I finally broke. “I’m sorry,” I whispered into the silence. “I didn’t choose this. I didn’t choose to lose you.” A knock came at the door. A servant spoke softly. “Your Highness… he’s being released at dawn.” My heart stopped.

She has been asking of me to let her personal maid stay with her but, I’m not sure if anyone is to be trusted at the moment. Only the most experienced and trusted maids and servants are brought to the palace of a royal. But, even among those few there may be one or two who have been disguised as spies for the nobles. Tristan and the royal knights have caught three of them. All three are adamant and do not wish to speak. I suppose I have to entertain them myself… TO BE CONTINUED...

But she then answered her in a matter of fact tone, "You're Princess Hiraya." Frost nodded her head. Then she asked again, "And you? What's your position?" "A royal servant." said the servant proudly. "A servant huh. Then do you know what would happen to servants who disrespected their employer?" Frost said in a very cold voice, face emotionless. It was only then that the servant was stunned. There was a frightened look on her face while looking at the Princess. Consequently, she suddenly turned pale at the sight of her pair of cold eyes. They're cold as snow.

The skinny man facing them cackled ominously. This man was known as Rat Servant, one of the 12 servants nurtured by the Trio Alliance Island in Wyverna. After Tiger Servant, he was another who had reached the formidable semi-Empyrean level. Facing a semi-Empyrean, the four Dukes of War struggled, barely holding their ground and on the brink of being overwhelmed. The difference between a Duke of War and a semi-Empyrean was a narrow gap in rank but a vast chasm in power.

With a look that seemed uneasy and beads of sweat gathering on her forehead, Dylan knew that this servant in front of him was scared. "Out." “I beg your pardon, but you must not leave this room without Her Highness' permission.” "Then? Can't you ask permission from her now?" The servant looked confused. His gaze ran in various directions seeking reinforcements from the other maids and maids, but alas, none of them helped him. “That- uhm that, Her Highness is being summoned by His Majesty. Ho-how dares a mere servant like me to interrupt their business, sir. I hope you understand.”

“Why did you check-in in that 3-star hotel with the hideous robe?” I laughed. “It was intentional.” “Hmm. Interesting. Who’s this?” She pointed at a portrait of my great-great-great-grandfather in oil painting. “King Kamrun Braynburg.” “The first King and ruler of Triberis.” “Yes. You did your assignment.” “Thanks to that talkative driver.” “This is the study.” I pulled the two-door opened, revealing the big library full of old books collection from constitutional law, to fine arts, to modern fiction.”

Aiden said. "You cannot claim what you're not. If you're a royal you should bear the mark of a royal or be a Thalon at least. Your mother has fed you all those lies, that is why you're ahead of yourself. Again I will repeat, you will stay and let them do the quest. You can have the whole kingdom if they don't come back," Lucas said Aiden's eye sparkled at the last words that his uncle said. He left his office without saying goodbye. Lucas didn't look at him he just continued what he was doing before Aiden came.

He said with his boyish smile. “Thank you for bringing her in,” I said. “Anything for you, Princess.” He shrugged and walked past us into the house. “Who is that?” Hailey said scrunching up her nose. “You shouldn’t be letting your servants call you princess. You’re a Queen.” My brows pulled together in confusion. “Roman is not my servant, he is the King’s General.” I watched as Hailey’s disdainful expression turned mortified. “What happened? What did you do?” I asked fearing the worst.

"And then you somehow progressed to palace security?" "It pays well." I give him me 'I don't believe you' face cause it's hard for me to imagine him behind the bar counters mixing alcohol and flirting with guests to get tips. He's tall, wiry in build and always stone-cold sober. I have never seen him smiling. Bartenders are supposed to be lively people who care about the people they are tending to since they care about people's problems. He hasn't tended to any of my problems at all, apart from taking orders from me. He hasn't even shown a teeny-tiny amount of interest in what I do or what my obstacles are beyond the role I play for my country. Although, I don't do much. Perks of being royal