Royal Tutor の小説・ストーリー

“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.”

Was this the opportunity that Grayson had been hoping to present to Teacher, to give him more opportunity to see beyond the curtain of the palace. “Yes,” the King said, seemingly delighted. “We will make him the Royal Instructor, and Lillian, you could serve as his second-in-command. That would give you more of the warrior-role that you crave.” “Thank you, your Highness,” I said, bowing a second time. Teacher didn’t bow, but he did nod. “I accept this position.” “Good,” the King said and gestured for one of his aides. “Make it so.” The aide immediately scrambled off, to make it possible.

"Better get running, Your Highness" "Okay, I didn't mean it" but even as he speaks he steps away. "7-3, Alpha" I coo before crouching down next to the kids. "Time for a Chase" those are the magic words. The kids all run forward and Austin flees the hall quickly. "Oh yeah, I'm feeling so much better" All the adults are laughing fully now at the fact Austin is being chased by the kids. They've left the pack house now so I know it'll keep them busy for a while. I make my way over to the table and give my round of hugs to the Royal Family.

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

I shift my gaze to Celie who is glowering at me, but Andrew and Alexandra behind her are beaming. “I agree with King Damian,” the former King says, ceasing any and every silent muttering of protest. “It’s not just because I know her, but I am certain that she will fulfil the role of the Royal advisor with utmost sincerity.” I address the crowd. Caleb glares at me. Thus, with little to no fanfare, Celie was announced as the next Royal advisor, much to her annoyance. The covens are unhappy, and so are most of the Elders but I know my ability. I will protect the throne. I will not let history repeat and I will definitely not let anyone disrespect my mate.

░ 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

Anastasia suddenly said, I looked at her putting my cup of tea on the table to allow it cool “I was informed to tell you that tomorrow the palace tutors would be coming to help you get familiar with the palace rules and traditions, and who the kingdom’s people are, the royalties, the dukes and duchesses” “Okay, I was meaning to ask if I could be getting any information about them, but since the tutors will be coming tomorrow then they could help me find out who everyone is and what I should be expecting” I said smiling, picking up my cup of tea and taking a sip out of it.

I couldn’t tell if he heard me or if he chose to ignore it. We reached the entrance and two tutors rushed forward to greet him. They bowed deeply. One of them, a tall man with silver hair and shaking hands, seemed to be the main instructor. “Your Majesty,” he said nervously, “we are honored by your presence.” Stephen placed a hand on my back, guiding me forward even though I didn’t want his touch. “She is to receive the finest education. If you fail, consider yourself replaced,” he said flatly. The tutor swallowed hard. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

I let my voice trail off, looking thoroughly crestfallen. Ronan hesitated, a shadow of skepticism crossing his face. "The palace? Vexley, the royal residence, has strict security protocols. My mother... Luna might not approve of a common student entering the private wings for casual tutoring." It was time to twist the knife. I tilted my head, and a small mocking look appeared on my face. I let out a soft hum, as if I wasn't impressed. "Ah, of course. Forgive me, Prince Ronan. I forgot. You might be the Alpha heir, but... you still act like you are just a little Prince who needs his mother's permission for everything."

“A… favour?” “Yes.” She folded her hands in her lap, her gold rings glinting. “I’ve spoken to several of the university’s lecturers. They all say the same thing—you’re the brightest, most dedicated student they have. The best tutor anyone could ask for.” My stomach dropped. Tutor? “I… I tutor sometimes,” I admitted nervously. “Assignments, group work. It helps pay my tuition.” Isabella’s eyes softened. “I know. That is precisely why I came to you. I need you to tutor my son.”