Royal Tutor Novels & Stories

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

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."

That's the thing about Elite Celestial Royal Academy, the school wasn't just beautiful, it was flooded with wealth and beauty and a bunch of spoilt brats she had to take in as students. “So…” he cleared his throat and flipped through some files before bringing out a brown one and passed it to me. “There's been an offer by a very powerful person and I know you're perfect for the job, I know how well you relate with your students despite the shallow upbringing and difficulties they give, you make it seem simple.” He tells me but I wasn't buying any of that, I don't even understand what this means? An appointment approval to be a personal tutor? “I…I didn't apply for this?” I told Mr Clark who

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”

"You lied about your mother." I couldn't respond. "You weren't trying to deceive me." His expression softened. "You simply don't know the truth yourself." My stomach twisted painfully. He continued before I could deny it. "I was raised inside the Royal Palace." That caught my attention. "My tutors taught me more than politics." He slowly sat back down. "We studied every neighboring pack." "Every powerful bloodline." "Every royal alliance." "Every extinct clan." "Every prophecy." "And every forbidden phenomenon recorded throughout history." A chill ran down my spine. "The palace archives are older than most kingdoms."

Akana used the word Primus, the Relevian word for the headmaster, hoping to sound more respectful. "Virtus Scolaris is known to receive royalties from all over the world even if the kingdoms are rivals. What do you think would happen if the other kingdoms found out that you do not seem interested in protecting the royal students from threats? " Akana suddenly felt a warm breath against his ear and a slimy voice that reverberated in the room. "You're not of the royalty, my dear." Akana had wondered when the priest would open his mouth. Now all Akana wanted was for him to close it.

"Deary, we are going to the Royal Throne Room. Usually we need an appointment to go there to talk to the royals, but because Prince Anthony sent you, we will not get in trouble. She looked at me kindly, grinning as she talked. She was a considerate old lady. "Who are the royals?" I asked, looking down at my feet. I felt I should already know these things. My father did not know a lot of history. My tutor said a great deal of things were forbidden for mortals to talk about. Ms. Maria must have felt my concern as she squeezed my hand, lifting my head gently.

Just pure sincerity. "I think I should leave now. Have a good night." He looked at me with his radiant dark eyes, melting me bit by bit. "Have a good night as well, Ophelia." * * * "Being the crown princess means you will be the future queen of this kingdom. And being a queen is not just about the title. A queen is not just the king's lover, but a lifetime partner who would share the responsibility with the king. So you must know how to be a ruler who loves her people. A ruler willing to hear her people's voices," Mistress Celestine explained.