Royal Trash 소설 & 이야기

“Now they’re garbage. He’s going to be furious." Honestly, no one understood the obsession with fancy, over-the-top, limited-edition items better than the royal family’s general affairs officer. He was the kind of man who believed things only had value if they took forever to make, even if they could’ve been done in two days. Half the time, he’d store finished goods in a dusty corner for weeks just so they looked more exclusive. “Leo’s not going to get the chance to yell at you,” I said, taking the muddy box from her. “I’ll talk to the palace’s general affairs officer. I’m sure there’s a stash of similar cards somewhere in the storage rooms.”

I stared at her, rendered speechless by my absolute shock and disbelief. The Royals had been wiped out almost a generation ago, in an incredibly rare act that saw many of the Lycan packs working together to end their reign. By all accounts, it had been absolutely brutal, with every last member of the family hunted, and killed, along with any who worked with them, and some who were guilty only of being acquainted with them.

As the men cleared the room, I found a new room for the king and I. I lodged in the next room which had been supposed to be my room originally— the royal queen’s quarters. The room still harbored the late queen’s belongings, clearing them and telling the men to take them where the late king’s things were. The room was dusty, showing that it had been a couple of years since anyone even stepped foot inside. I cleaned up fast, chasing time because who knew when the king would be back.

Roy of course ate up the attention, a smug grin plastered across his scruffy face. I'd put up with so much garbage from Roy over the years - the public insults, the blows no one else saw. But seeing Miss Cassie playing tonsil hockey with my so-called mate while whispering sexual favors in his ear? What was I honestly expected to tolerate anymore just because we didn't have a pup. Roy's stare bored into me, practically daring me to kick up a fuss. I simply quirked an eyebrow as if to say, "Really... her?" Finally Roy dismissed Trashy Cassie with a condescending pat on her backside. She slunk out past me, reeking of desperation and cheap beer. I fought the urge to crinkle my nose. Where did my

"And come on—even the servants at his estate dress better than you. Who gave you such confidence?" I never cared how much my clothes cost, as long as they were comfortable. I just didn't expect that one day, this would be used against me. "Sorry, I'm not into proving my worth with designer labels. That's usually what people with low self-esteem do!" I snapped coldly. "Considering Falcon willingly grew up with you, I guess he's no better." After all the drama she stirred, I had lost all interest in picking out a crown. I grabbed a silver-white crown off the display and turned to the clerk. "Wrap it up. I'm paying."

"Who do you think you are, coming onto my turf and pulling this nonsense!" I pulled Walt behind me and got right in her face. "This is my man. He's not for sale at any price. Take your filthy money and get out!" Vivian had clearly never been spoken to like that in her life. She let out a shriek and snapped her fingers at her servants. They overturned my entire stall in one go. Cuts of meat scattered across the ground, rolling through the mud and the rotting vegetable scraps. I stared at the meat scattered across the ground and felt my eyes sting.

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.

The back of the throne formed itself as branches, growing towards the ornate ceiling and from them hung crystals, shaped like leaves. The throne room was humongous with soaring ceilings shaped like snowflakes. The light from the sunstones gave the hall a beautiful visage similar to the halls described in a fairytale. Sidastir has never utilized the room for anything other than executions. He assumed this was a memorable day, if only because this was a rare event. Trolls and fairies have solely inhabited the palace since the passing of his people. The first one too dumb for an interesting company, and the other to aggravating.

“She mattered to me. She still does.” A neighbor’s door creaked open down the hall. An older woman leaned out, squinting. “That her?” she asked Ruth. “The one you said came sniffing around?” Ruth gave a short nod. “The very one.” Another door opened. A man with paint-stained hands and a smirk on his face stepped out, holding a bag of trash. “Well, well. Royalty’s back.” “I’m not here to cause trouble,” I repeated. The older woman scoffed. “Funny, rich people always say that when they’re about to cause a storm.”