Royal Servant Novels & Stories

And they will flock to her store. “I’m running an errand, Your Grace. That’s why I am here. However, when I return to the palace, I will guard the alpha king all my life. No one can approach him without my permission.” As if. I would never do that. Satisfied with my answer, she narrowed her eyes. “That’s what I wanted to hear, Dog Servant.” Dog Servant. The nobles giggled while I went scarlet. She knew. Don’t give in to the temptation of fighting back, River, I told my mind.

It was certainly nothing like the picnics Ava had been on in the past, with floppy paper plates, plastic forks, and knives that wouldn’t cut through melted butter let alone anything else. The food provided by the royal kitchen was nothing short of delightful, every morsel was a work of art in itself and artfully arranged to entice even the most jaded of appetites. Federico led Ava to the silky fabric-covered chair opposite his, and, once he was sure she was comfortable, took his own seat, instructing the driver/waiter to serve their meal.

She had gum in her mouth, and she was chewing it in a rough manner, eyes staring at each and everyone of us one by one. "So, these are the royal maids and servants in the house?" She asked, hands folded around her chest. "Yes, ma'am." Mrs Marie replied. She nodded her head. "Who works for the alpha king?" She asked. Roselle swiftly turned her head to me. I hesitated to raise my hand as fear took toil in me. Her voice alone would send one to hell, to talk of what she is capable of doing. On seeing no one, she asked again. "Who is the alpha's servant?"

"Yes, Your Highness." "What happened?" The servant swallowed. "Another relic has appeared." Every conversation in the room stopped. The servant's next words landed like a stone in still water. "It appeared inside the royal vault." He hesitated. "And no one can go near it."

They called her a stray dog dressed in silk. Her husband choked her in a wedding shop. Her sister shoved her under a car. Her family danced on her grave before the dirt was cold. Then she opened her eyes seven years in the past. "You think you can break me twice, Kyle?" "Celine, I made a mistake. I was blind. Just give me one more chance and I'll spend the rest of my life proving." "You had your chance. You used it to destroy me." "I love you." "You loved the version of me that was stupid enough to believe you." She came back with a colder heart, a sharper mind, and the kind of rage that doesn't scream. It plans. But Celine didn't expect Aron Caruso. The man who ordered her burial i

Though he was never found of him, at least he was relief knowing his father is sound and safe. "Sir, why don't you get yourself fresh and rest for a while before the dinner gets ready" the same old man , approached , standing behind him. Manners of the Royal family. They were trained and taught how to serve Shergill since a long. Shergill is not an ordinary surname. Its a BRAND. Their ancestors had served the nation with honesty and loyalty. They did sacrifice their life's for the nation. Now, they had walked into industrial expanding their chains globally. Royalty is in their blood. Therefore, servants were well trained to serve the royalty, knowing their limits and to maintain the standard

"The King placed you under my watch. That means if you step out of line, if you slip up, or if you run your mouth, it falls on my neck. I won't suffer for a pathetic stray." I forced myself onto my knees, my body shaking violently from the lingering fever and cold. "I didn't ask to be brought here." "And I didn't ask to host a broken royal," he snapped, leaning down and grabbing my chin in a tight, unyielding grip. His touch was rough, forcing my head up so I had no choice but to look into his dark, ruthless eyes. "Listen to me clearly. You are not a prince here. You are a servant. You will scrub these floors, clean my armor, and stay out of sight."

She paused only when another servant blocked her path, both of them shifting left, then right, then left again in a silent argument of movement. “Just go,” the other muttered. “I would if you would choose a side.” They slipped past each other at last. This was the daily bustle of the royal kitchen every blessed morning. Before dawn had fully broken, the servants were already up, trying within their reach to get breakfast ready in time. “Make way…make way!” The cry cut through the room as a line of maids hurried in, arms laden with platters of polished silver flashing in the firelight, heaped with buttered loaves, honey-glazed meats, and fruits.

Dallas’ p.o.v. I understand why Uncle Vaughn wants to deal with this issue first. He wants to replace those Servants as soon as possible, but also send a message out there. “Each Servant who works in the Royal wing was put there to spy on the Royal family and to report to the Elders. Not only for the Elders to have a heads-up, but also to inform their former Alphas. This is a list of the Servants who are currently stationed in the Royal wing.” I say as I hold up a piece of paper.

“But you are strong, Izora. Stronger than you know.” Izora smiled faintly. “I’ve had to be.” Celestine’s eyes glinted. “Good. You’ll need that.” And just as the plates were cleared, and the wine was poured one final time, the twist came. A second servant entered the room, this one pale, breathless, eyes wide with fear. He bowed low to Lucien. “Apologies, Your Majesty. But the royal infirmary just sent word...” Lucien stood suddenly.