Royal Tutor Novels & Stories

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

If he wants to be friends with the princess, I don't give a fuck about it. Bro, you are literally nothing to me. Asshole. "Alright, it's done?" I asked with annoyance to my tutor who glared at me, I huffed and placed my hands against my cheek as he reprimanded me. My tutor Dale is a nobleman who is a teacher for the royal family, he teaches them the social etiquette and behaviours in the society. I've learned this since I was fourteen, I don't know why I need them again. "My highness, the time is over. I hope we can meet again." He said, I stood up from my seat and left him in the library without sending a farewell to him. It's going to be his last teaching session with me before my coronati

She nodded instead, and let Naya guide her by the elbow, back through the corridors she'd crossed that morning with a crown on her head and hope, however small, still alive in her chest. That hope felt very far away now. The tutoring chamber smelled of old parchment and ink. Three tutors waited when Emma arrived. An elderly man with spectacles perched low on his nose, a stern-faced woman holding a stack of leather-bound law texts, and a younger scholar arranging maps of the continent across a long wooden table. "Your Majesty." The elderly man bowed. "I am Tobias, Master of Royal History. This is Lady Prisca, who will instruct you in law, and young Master Alden, who handles matters of diploma

“I’ve heard that the previous tutor was problematic, corrupting these young ladies of noble birth. I have a list of new tutors here, recommended by Lady Fitzroy. They are said to be quite good. The Earl mentioned that he would send someone to invite them soon. To ensure you don’t miss anything important due to your lateness, I’m informing you once more!”

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 wondered what else they put in their heads while growing up in the palace. “It is against the tactics of royalty to look up to a royal and called by name”, she said still looking down. “I insist.” I said just in two words. This made them look up, their head slowly as their head no more bowed down. They rushed out the door and closed leaving me to my privacy. And that is how it is done. I thought as I de robed myself and entered that soothing bath. It scented rose and vanilla and I smiled at its warmness. Their bath wasn’t so bad here.

Percival replied and motioned for him to sit down. Zeda gasped. He's the prince of the mage kingdom? Adrian glanced at her as he sat down beside her, the air immediately filled with the comforting sweetness of his vanilla scent. She stared at his gorgeous face, his beautiful silver eyes, pointed nose, and chiseled jaw standing out. "I was telling her about the tutoring plan before you walked in," Mr. Percival explained. "I see," Adrian replied, with a quick glance at her. "Zeda, this is Prince Adrian. He's the prince of the mage kingdom, and he'll be your personal tutor," Mr. Percival introduced. "Adrian, this is Zeda, your personal student and responsibility from now on."

Before I could reach where he stood, guards appeared and flanked either side of me. Uncle stroked his beards,his feet sinking into the soft carpet that was spread before the throne. “The one thing that defines a royal, that makes their claim incontestable is their ability to unlock and master their elemental powers; either air, earth, water and fire. Of course,fire has never been gotten by any royal but you had the chance to unlock the others. But you didn't. As if that wasn't bad enough, you also couldn't shift on your 18th birthday.

Gasps echoed. “I believed silence protected the kingdom,” I continued. “I was wrong.” Isabella stood suddenly. Every head turned. Tradition said she should stay quiet. Queens did not speak during council votes. Not this kind. “You are breaking protocol,” someone snapped. “I’m correcting it,” she replied calmly. She looked at me. Really looked at me. Not as a prince. As a son. “He was raised to obey,” she said. “To carry burdens meant for grown men.” I stiffened. “Mother”