Royal Tara の小説・ストーリー

Upon it sat three pitch-black sun-iron coins and a decoded ledger bearing Tariq’s personal wax seal. "The Northern Royal House did not die with my father, Envoy," Kira declared, standing from her seat. Her royal aura expanded across the vast room like a physical shockwave, forcing Tariq’s gilded honor guards to take a simultaneous, reflexive step back as the air grew heavy with divine light. "It lives in my blood, it lives in this seat, and it is forged to the Eastern Citadel by blood and light. Any realm that challenges my sovereignty challenges our combined vanguard."

Clara asked Layla who showed an expression that she indeed knew about it. "Ask your beloved friend Elsa about who made the brand shine," Clara added as she walked like a queen in the modern era. Layla widened her eyes at the realization that it belonged to Taylor and that the chances of Clara managing them were high. So there is a higher chance that she might have created this design way before than anyone could have thought. She just uses her old designs which she had saved for special occasions like this. Layla's face flared up red in embarrassment.

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

"she was pointing at the invitation card "Oh this,it was with the money I…" "Gosh my lady,we are in trouble"she sound aggregated "What is it?" "This is the invitation to the palace,noble ladies pay and do a lot of things to get this,getting it gives them 50% assurance of being the future Queen"she explained "Ok,so what has it got to do with me?" "It has a lot to do,noble ladies do all they can to get it,even the mistress I work for is desperately looking for this"

Her shirt was plain white, but her shorts had blue bands running from the waist to the hem. “Which shade.” “That’s just diabolical. You know I don’t know because you don’t have one.” “I do.” She fibbed. “Which is it.” “Royal.” She replied after a long pause, wiggling her eyebrows, and he erupted in laughter as soon as he made the connection.

Her expression doesn't change; does she even know we're watching this? "You're asking the wrong person, Mr. Alpha; I don't know" she answers, shrugging. I sigh in relief and Mom puts her hand on Dad's shoulder, turning away in relief. The older guy is the Alpha; does that make the younger one his son? He's too young to be Beta. "The Prince blindfolded me when he brought me for the first time. I couldn't tell you whether it was east, west, north or south. All I know is that they will beat your sorry little ass and the King will shred you to pieces" she leans into his face for effect. I feel pride towards her as she says that, seeing the small smirk on her lips. Her head tilts to the side almo

The love and trust we share are unshakable. However, before we can fully deal with Lysandra's defamation, a scandal in royalty breaks out, casting a shadow over our relationship and putting our position and reputation in check.

She had fooled us all, and now my kingdom was paying the price. But it wasn't just my kingdom that I was worried about. My Queen, my beloved, was in danger. I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness, knowing that I couldn't even mindlink with her to ensure her safety. Tara's power was immense, and I had underestimated her abilities. I clenched my fists, my jaw tight with determination. I couldn't let Tara get away with this. She had manipulated our kindness, taken advantage of our trust, and now it was time for her to face the consequences of her actions.

Amirat says and she left for the kitchen, “'Tara was gazing round the big room and she entered into the washroom, she says, “waoh, I have seen a very good hideous point for myself in terms of troubles” 'Tara says, and she came out of Larry's room and walked to the passage, and she was looking around when Amirat met her and asked, “do you need anything?“ Amirat, “No, am admiring this house” 'Tara retorted, “Okay, come with me let me lead you to the living room,” Amirat says, and the two of them walked a long passage going to the royal living room, “this is the ancient living room, it has been like this for more than six decades,” Amirat says,

A middle-aged man with a high temperament appeared at the entrance followed by another four men behind her. Carissa’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t have to guess. These five people were the Royal Packs Leaders. Their aura was combined and Carissa couldn’t help herself from backing away unconsciously. Her pupil shranks as sweat rolled down her back. She was a princess from the Hunter’s Royal Tribes indeed. But, faced with these aged people in front of her made her confidence swayed slightly.