Royally Not Ready Novels & Stories

Chapter 95: The Royal Entreaty The day of the Royal Entreaty had finally arrived, a day that held the hopes and ambitions of men from every corner of the kingdom. From noble lords to esteemed knights, wealthy merchants, and even commoners of exceptional merit, they all gathered at the southern grounds of the imperial palace, a vast and majestic space where the kingdom’s finest had once trained and competed. The grounds were meticulously prepared for the occasion, banners bearing the royal crest fluttered in the breeze, and the marble pavilions gleamed in the morning sun. It was a setting worthy of the historic event that was about to unfold.

A deep cruel voice asked from the shadow of the darkness. "Yes, they all are." "Good, this is good news indeed." The evil voice then faded just as it had swiftly come with the culprit, leaving to go celebrate. After all, this was a great achievement indeed…the successful royal assassination...of an entire Supreme Royal family dynasty. ~ As soon as silence befell the place, Queen Sophia immediately opened her eyes. Rousing from her fake pretense of playing dead and lifeless,

The king pulled his hand from mine, leaving it cold as I folded it firmly. His hand cupped my cheek, brushing it with me leaning into his touch. I could not help but step closer to him, could not help but fall into him. His head moved forward and I was just frozen. His lips sat on my forehead and it was then that I realized they were trembling. My body stumbled closer, my arms going around his waist and holding on tighter to him. “ You are not ready my queen.” After the way he said it, there was no way I could argue. I knew I wasn’t ready but would I ever be ready for something like that? I would never be ready and while I was not ready, people were dying, our people.

AT MY PLACE. Yes_you_suck YAY! PARTY! Will_the_devil SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE, BUT, ROYAL WEDDINGS CAN TAKE PLACE ONLY AT THE PALACE. Cereal_killer ... I_love_my_mommy ... Yes_you_suck ... I_pooped ... THAT'S EVEN BETTER ISN'T IT? Cereal_killer YASS! WE GET TO SEE THE PALACE AND TASTE THE RICH PEOPLE FOOD. Yes_you_suck

"She's not an Omega. She's a pure-blooded Royal Alpha... the Crown Princess of the North. She used an ancient blood seal to suppress her power for eight years, just to be an ordinary woman by your side." "And now… her seal is broken." Adrian's eyes went wide, a chilling cold spreading through his body. Just then, Victoria burst in, her face livid. "Adrian, all of our partners are terminating their contracts! The banks have frozen all our credit lines! The pack's stock is plummeting!" "Mom…" "What in the world did you do?!" Victoria still hadn't grasped the severity of the situation. "It's Elena Astoria!" Tyler choked out. "She's the princess of the North!"

You mean, even a girl with no rank? I don't intend to join and bet on my chances, but I'm just shocked that there's a kingdom practicing that kind of thing. In Eravia, royalties do not even get a meter close to any commoner. They consider it as unethical, which I think is not really fair. I mean, does the people with no rank have to be treated like we have some sort of disease? That's why I'm amazed how different things are here in Solterra. I cannot wait to discover more than what I already knew. You can actually attend the celebration. Who knows you would be chosen by one of the princes to be his dance partner and then he'd fell for you later on, ask you to come to the palace, and voila! H

"Not Another punishment? I haven't done anything..." "You fucked another man and then tried to run away with him!" His voice got louder by the end of the sentence and with it my own anger grew. I thought I was on the verge of breaking yesterday, but now instead I was going to explode, I did manage to calm down slightly but not much. All it would take was one comment, one action and I was going to blow. "However, this isn't about you. The kingdom is currently without a beta, this must be rectified fast. Oliver will be appointed as the new royal beta, and Warren will be given the title of royal Gamma." My eyes widened as his grace snapped his fingers, which gestured Greta to immediately get to

"Delay? You've already made them wait, Elinda. The council's waiting. They're expecting a strong Royal bond—and so am I." I marched up and down, attempting to gasp for air between the tension pressed against my ribs. How could I explain this and not sounding obvious with everything? "They'll understand if I say I'm not ready yet," I tried, but my voice faltered. "It's too soon since I have become the queen now." "It's not about being ready." His tone was deep and threatening. "It's about you still caring about him." I remained frozen. There it was—spoken into being. The name we never uttered. Alexis.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® HE ISN'T READY **Somewhere in another Kingdom** Call me Marcel. King Leon said rubbing his forehead. He has been working tirelessly, preparing for the war. You called for me, Your Majesty. Marcel said and bowed. Marcel, how's the preparation? He asked. What preparation, Sire? Marcel asked. For war with the Kingdom of Athopa? He asked again. It's... It's, uhm Your Majesty. They people are scared, they women are afraid to let their husband go to this war.

He was the one who made the final calls. "Do it," Philip said. His voice was like a hammer. Riley had pushed him too far. Ripley turned to Royal. "Is she ready? Is she in good enough shape to be used?" Royal sighed, looking tired. "She is nearly dead, Ripley. Do you want a video of a girl or a corpse?" "How long until she recovers?" Ripley asked, ignoring the sarcasm. "A week, maybe," Royal said. He didn't look happy about it, but his loyalty was to us. "If you want to get a reaction out of Riley, she needs to look healthy. It’s more effective if she looks like she’s worth wanting."