Royal Tutor の小説・ストーリー

It would be a powerful symbol of alliance, a declaration that the Blue Tower stood behind Princess Ladia and her cause. Beyond the Green family's formidable presence, two other individuals stood out from the crowd, their names whispered with a mixture of awe and anticipation. Viscount Raphael, a young instructor at the Royal Academy, had recently ascended to the forefront of public discourse. His mastery of close-range combat was legendary, his skills honed to a razor's edge. His appointment as a teacher at the prestigious Royal Academy, the pinnacle of military education in the kingdom, was a testament to his exceptional talent. He was a rising star, a name that echoed with promise and pote

Thaddeus said to all of us, the students who had been taking the Royal Warrior Program. This program would encompass training for the royal military and royal knighthood, with the headmaster's assessment determining which path each student is best suited for. It entailed foundational training, chivalry and ethics, specialized tracks, royal military track, royal knighthood track, real-world simulations, mentorship and guidance, and last but not least, culminating trials.

I look at him blankly. “Kael says it’s safer here.” King Alaric’s expression shifts into something that might charitably be called incredulous disgust. “My son,” he says slowly, “is a complete moron. And you’re an even bigger one for listening to him.” My mouth falls open. I’ve never heard anyone speak about the Crown Prince this way. “From tomorrow,” he continues as if he hasn’t just insulted the heir to his throne, “I’m assigning you proper royal tutors. Etiquette, court protocol, languages, history—everything a future queen needs to know.”

End of book 1 Book 2: The Tutor 2

"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.

As Vincent opened the living room door, the air felt tense, and my eyes met those of an older woman sitting on the sofa. Her hair was completely white, neatly tied in a bun. She wore a blazer with a long, dark brown skirt, and her appearance made it clear that she was no commoner—definitely of aristocratic heritage. Her gaze was cold, even piercing and intimidating. “This is Beta Victoria, my queen. She will be your tutor,” Vincent introduced her. I nodded politely. “Nice to meet you, Vi-Victoria.” She stood up and sighed softly. “A queen does not greet first. It establishes that you are no better than I. You should wait for me to greet you. Remember that, please.”

"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.