Novel & Cerita Royal Tutor

"My lady, the king had sent for a tutor to teach you the ways of a royal lady; should I send him in? Tamar questioned after bowing to Micah in courtesy. Micah's throat became dry; this has to be the highest embarrassment she has faced. She signaled the maids tending to her feet to leave. "Tutor? I didn't ask for a tutor." Micah managed to say when the maid in the room had left. "His highness seems to think you need it; lately there are words spreading around that you like the proper way of a royal queen." Tamar said without mincing words. Micah was quiet for a while… "Where is the tutor?" She asked slowly, rising to her feet, and slid her feet into her pair of shoes. "In the open field behin

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.

Now, I told it. It was no surge as the Royal power was a surge. It moved differently. Slower and heavier and total, such as between a wave and a tide. I sensed it push through me and I sensed it lose its grip altogether and I grabbed fiercely at the extreme, and attempted to direct it rather than to lose hold of it at will. The two hunters stopped. Not solid as the Royal light solidified things. Otherwise something greater. Something that came to the part about them that moved and was not much to say about halting it.

"The same will be expected of you now, to a degree. As Luna Phoebe's sons, you will be scrutinised more closely than before." Buck's forehead creased with dismay. "You mean we'll have schedules like hers?" "Not quite so rigorous," Phoebe interjected, shooting her eldest son a warning glance. "But yes, there will be additional expectations regarding court etiquette, diplomatic training, and appropriate behaviour." “Indeed, you are 15, so you’ll be set up with tutors to help with all the areas of Royal life. Your official chambers, in the Royal Wing, have been finalised. Royal decorators will come to your guestroom later today to discuss the colour plate, bedding, furniture options, and so on.

“I need a full file on the royal family. Everything.” His expression shifted slightly. “That’s not a small request. May I ask why?” “Zarek mentioned he was placed under two people for training,” I replied. “I want to know who and why.” Luciano huffed a quiet laugh. “That kid doesn’t look like he could fight his way out of a paper bag.” I shot him a look sharp enough to cut him off mid-thought. He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright. I’ll get it done.”

"Well this is interesting" He seems suddenly excited. I swat his hands away as his eyes darken. He's mind-linking. Suddenly a man steps in holding a dagger. "Don't get me wrong, it's a pretty little mark. A crown to represent the Prince- soon to be King. But the thing is, Miss Turner, he won't be the King" I watch as he waves the dagger in front of my face. My eyes follow the path of the blade as it moves just in front of me face. My mark actually begins to tingle with pain. "As of tonight, your mate's pack will die"

In the history of Raester, it was known that when the Crown Prince is born, he is taught efficiently on all he needs to know about the Kingdom by his Father, his true Guardian, but if there ever came a time when he could not ascend the throne, and someone else was to go on his stead, there was a solution for that. Three people would be chosen. An Elder, to teach him the protocols and etiquettes of what is expected of a King. He would teach the new Prince all about the outside world, how to interact with others and treat his subjects. An Official, to teach him how to defend and protect himself. Security guidelines. Hidden roads, secret techniques to disarm an opponent and ways to snap the hea

His fingers wrapped around my throat, tilting my head up and forcing me to look into his eyes. “You filthy creature. You're not entitled to look at me or speak to me in this manner,” he gritted out, his face impossibly closer to mine. My heart twisted painfully, and I forced myself to hold back tears. “Why? Are you a Royal?” I managed to ask. His grip tightened. He cocked his head. His gaze blazing. “Yes. I am a Royal and you will address me as Prince Damian Emilio.”

░ The Imperial Academy, Hornsey, The Vassethier Kingdom, Edios ░ Wednesday, January 24,1257 ░ At 12:30 pm THETIA KESTLE It had been three hours now since the youngest Kestle had been in the office of the Headmaster of the Imperial Academy, Count Patrick Jones-Rutherwan. His family had been vassals of the Imperial family for generations now. Before he was the Headmaster, he had studied at this school, and had started as a teacher. Then, he was hired by important families to become the tutor of their children. He worked as a tutor for twenty years before returning to the Academy as a teacher. Eventually, he rose through the ranks and ended his career as the Headmaster of the most prestigious s

Daniel stormed into the palace, his footsteps echoing sharply against the marble floors of the palace hall. The massive doors slammed behind him with a thud that seemed to shake the ancient chandeliers overhead. Servants scattered at the sight of his furious expression, bowing hastily and disappearing into side corridors. His blood was boiling. He didn’t bother knocking as he pushed open the doors to the royal study. Inside, his parents sat waiting like kings on their thrones. King Reginald Knight leaned back in his high backed leather chair, fingers placed under his chin, while Queen Eleanor sat beside him, her posture elegant and proud, a diamond necklace glittering coldly on her neck.