Royal Six の小説・ストーリー

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

said Sidastir lastly at a sluggish pace. "He lives. I followed them when they carried away with him. Although I lost them, there is a reason why my father is called the Raven king. He has learned a technique from the continent in the north, Irkalla, which gives him control over ravens. We use them as spies. My raven has just returned with information. They headed towards the Northeast part of the city, and if I guessed, I would say that they are taking him to the Hexagon Tower. The ancient, six-cornered mage tower in Agularis," Ceva explained hastily.

The Kingdom of Treiz immediately sent his reserved armies to the Royal Island. The Royal Isle of Los Angeles was a protectorate of Baltimore but open to all the Royal Families of the United Kingdom of Aseana. The place was a nice venue for royal family summer vacation because of its white beaches and a wide range of golf area. Our scholars have discovered that the island has the largest gold deposits in the history of man but we decided not to exhaust such minerals.

“You have no warrant! You can’t just storm in here!” The lead soldier sneered, holding up a sealed document. “By order of the Crown, we can. Where did you get this?” He held up the expensive royal fabric Atlas had gifted him weeks ago, soft, embroidered with the royal crest in gold thread. Jacob’s jaw tightened. “A friend gave it to me.” The soldier laughed. “A friend? This belongs to the royal family. Explain yourself, farmer.” Outside, villagers gathered, whispering loudly. “What did he do?”

I ignored her, looking away from her hungry eyes just then I noticed a man who had been watching me since I came in. He eyes me and looks away, he mutters some words under his breath, those were words of hate and I can sense that. His attitude was rude and insulting to the royal prince - me, I took a deep breath as I resolved that I might be over reacting. Ignoring him was the best thing to do at this moment as I had a lot of things at hand. “Prince Adrian” A old man in his mid sixties called, he didn't look old as nature had blessed him with a good physique, he still looked stunning despite his age. He looked a lot more like the young girl, he must be her father.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

And that too so easily. "I don't want to regret anything in my life, Alex" She pecked his lips. "Let's get ready fast or else, my princess will kill us," Alex mumbled and took a new parcel to Clara. She was so happy to see a long red gown and he had the same colour tie to match his suit. His efforts always made her special. Both got ready and came down so quickly. Rachel wore a red and black gown which was sweeping the floor and she looked like a Disney princess in real life. She jumped and hugged her mom and dad with a huge grin.

Hagrid asked gruffly, and I snapped my head up to the pale-eyed man, a sliver of fear straightening my spine at the sight of the worming tattoos on his massive hulk frame. The King’s booming command mottled my insides before I could answer. “You are all invited to the royal ball this week! Where I will announce the heir to the Main City Castle!” He thundered and there was a beat of silence before the crowd hollered and cheered, and the hollowed feeling returned in my chest. I moved my head without thinking across the lot, locking eyes with the dark-haired prince who had been looking down at me from the overhang of a balcony.

“Then you already have your answer.” “Loyalty is fragile,” I said. “Especially when it’s built on fear.” His eyes darkened. “Careful.” “I’m offering you something better,” I continued. “Security. Influence. A future where you’re not just following orders.” “I already have that,” he snapped. “I’m loyal to Royal.” The name landed heavily between us. Royal. The kind of name people whispered, not spoke. The kind of man who didn’t forgive betrayal. “Royal doesn’t protect loyalty,” I said quietly. “He owns it.”

I look at it and smile. 'One Royal and the Hacker heading your way. Ready and waiting!' Well, three out of four is pretty good and will do for now. My phone pings again, 'The Royal and the Hacker have entered the market!' I smile and send a message to Archer 'Send them in now. Remember, they are to cause chaos, not kill!' 'Will be done… They are loose!"