Royally Not Ready Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to worry about me being impatient, I told you this is going to happen when you are ready.” “Well I think I am ready, I mean I have thought about this for a few days and I think we should go back and fight what we have to. We need to take care of the kingdom, and our staying here is just making it harder for us to do it.” I said touching his face. “Don't worry I am not going to run away from you if it gets too much I need to handle this, I am ready to be your mate.” “Are you sure you are ready for all that drama?” he said kind of sounding concerned. Even though I could tell he is relieved for me to say it.

Umma Magajiya Started "Get your daughter ready, she'll be the Crown Princess by tomorrow evening and just so you know, am not breaking my promise this time" She remove the phone from her ear letting them have the time to celebrate. Giving it back to Jakadiya then said "Tell them to prepare for emergency shareholders meeting". Jakadiya bow before she stood up and leave the room. ****

I asked while thinking that me being Gay coculd not be the next king of my kingdom. The queen mother laugh and answered "You're so much qualified and no one would tell us that you are not qualified. We don't have council of advisers that gives their opinion on matters regarding successions, I very grateful that the United Kingdom of Aseana since the kingdoms were officially formed this country, they agreed not to create a council of advisors because we believed that it causes rivalries and conflicts among royalties of one kingdom." She replied. After more than an hour of conversation I then decided to go to my palace. "Your Majesty, Prince Raphael of Ayatullah has called three times already

Marcus paced to and fro clearly still trying to process the news he had received. He looked at the opened letter on the floor then at the envelope, stamped with a royal seal clearly proving that it was indeed from the king "I hope this letter finds you in good health. His royal highness King Roland has ordered a ceremony in the crown prince's name with the intention to choose his betrothed. The ceremony will be in two days do bring young lady Tamera. His highness is deeply sorry for the unseen change of plans." it had read

Lily nodded, her vision blurry, and hit the send button before succumbing to sleep. The next morning, a knock echoed at the door. Grace groaned loudly, irritated. Lily didn’t stir at all, still passed out cold, while Seraphina rolled over, feeling the thud of a hangover coming on. “Grace, it’s already late in the morning,” came the voice from the other side of the door. “It’s the royal wedding today. You all should wake up now. Silas and Aran are here to take back the Queen.” Seraphina’s eyes snapped wide open when she heard Jude’s voice.

“No, I didn’t, mother. I made it clear countless times that I am not ready for a romantic relationship, but you and father never listened to me.” “And that is because you are not growing younger. You are the heir to your father’s throne. You need to be more than ready for when the time comes.” “Don’t worry about that, mother. Father is still very healthy and we don’t wish for his death now, do we? When that time comes, I’ll find a wife at my own will.” Queen Marlena sighed and bobbed. “I just wished it was Miss Maisie that would rule next to you. I mean, she’s beautiful, has an amazing character…”

I cursed before yanking the covers above my face again. King Xalen groaned, “What the fuck do you want, Roy? We were busy here—” “If I don’t get any action before the wedding, you won’t either, Xalen,” Prince Roy cut the King off, crackling like some evil maniac. “So get your ass out of the room and come with me. We have to get ready as well.”

Then I said it. “You have a leak. And someone wants your queen off the board.” He didn’t blink. Just kept staring at the grainy footage like it owed him a second chance. “Careless,” I added, dry as gin. “For a man who counts knives to fall asleep.” He turned to me slowly. Like an old machine winding up for one last grind. His face wasn’t angry. It wasn’t sad either. It was something colder—an understanding, maybe. “They’re not ready for you,” he said, voice low. “Hell, maybe I’m not either.”

Your status in this kingdom is at stake Paul: But Dad, Austin got married to a nurse and she isn't royalty, so why then is my case different? King Roland: Do not drag him into this Paul: You're being b! and Dad! Sometimes I wonder if you're truly my father Queen Victoria: (angrily) Paul! King Roland: How do you speak to your king that way? (He gets up from his throne) Queen Victoria: Please my king, He said what he said out of anger, Pardon him... King Roland: (To Paul) GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! NOW!!! (Paul angrily goes into his room)

“Which category do I fall into? Surely you don’t consider me a close friend or a future member of the royal family?” Tension traveled all the way from his pitch-dark eyes to his chiseled jaw and then to his thinned-out mouth. “Given our history, Ava Marie, you are not eligible for either of those positions,” he bit out tightly. Ava wished with all her heart she could reveal Christian’s identity and throw the truth of their situation in his face to make him realize how much she was a part of his wretched royal family whether he liked it or not. But some crumbs of self-respect and self-preservation left prevented her from doing so. Instead, Ava smiled up at him, a cool, calculating smile that