Royalty Roses Novels & Stories

Hope knelt down and placed his feet on the bowl. She reached out for the Luke warm rose water and started the feet wash. “According to tradition every morning the princes must be given a feet wash with rose water, milk and honey. Then massage them with Jasmine oil it is believed that it will sweeten his life. Once that is done rose petals should be showered upon his feet. It is a must and the servant sent to do the task must fulfill it or it will be considered defamation. I personally don’t want to brought before the King,” she states as she massaged his right foot and finished with it. “However in my option, rose water, milk with honey and the oil they don’t really sweeten anyone’s life. Ho

I opened my mouth to refuse, but her lips curved in a knowing smile as if she already anticipated my rejection. "It would look rather... disrespectful if the pack Luna were absent, don’t you think?" Her words dripped with false concern. The aching weariness in my body warred with the fire in my chest, but before I could respond, a commotion at the entrance caught our attention. A Beta delivery wolf entered, carrying an enormous bouquet of moon roses. Gasps echoed across the room. Pure white. Nineteen roses. The traditional symbol of eternal mate bonds. Victoria practically glowed as she stepped forward, already assuming the roses were for her. She placed a delicate hand on her chest, readyin

Royal Wedding Micah sat in front of the dressing mirror, her swollen eyes covered with makeup, her brown hazel eyes drained of life, and her face masked with contour. Her long black hair was brushed and styled into a sophisticated low bun; a hairpin, which extended as a veil, concealed her face but was transparent and easy for the eyes to peer through. Micah was wearing a white gown with red color tints at the bottom of the dress. Heavy necklaces rested on her chest like a burden, and a black diamond earring dangled on both sides of her ears.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

Roses shifted, and I hugged her closer, like a shield. “I don’t know what you want from me,” I said again, but my voice cracked. The King’s hand twitched, reaching. Not for me. For Roses. I stepped back fast. “No! Don’t touch her.” “She is blessed,” he whispered. “The pearl shines in her. The Moon Goddess favors her.” My face dropped and my blood turned to ice. “You know about it?” I asked, shocked. The Queen nodded. “We all feel it. That child carries more than blood. She carries the moon’s gift.”

Her green gown, a shade that mirrored Prince Ron's eyes in her mind, accentuated her beauty, making her a vision of elegance. Princess Rose, on the other hand, was a burst of vibrant colour amidst the more subdued tones of the others. Her thick, red curls cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast against her light pink gown. The softness of the pink fabric highlighted the youthful exuberance in her eyes, making her an enchanting sight to behold. As the crowd murmured in admiration, their voices filled with awe at the beauty of the two princesses.

All the goods were dazzling and luxurious. The most eye-catching piece of decoration was the sea of roses. The whole wedding venue was awash in pink roses. They were so warm and romantic that it was intoxicating. In order to set up these roses, Jenna had spent a handsome fee to hire the most famous team, Rosebest, for an elaborate design.

I held onto the box he handed me for dear life as I ran back to the palace with the memory of the goon still fresh in my mind. I leaned against the palace door soothing my beating heart. I looked down at the box and brought it to my chest and hugged it like my life depended on it. He could end this, he could end all of the heartaches but he won’t. He doesn’t care about me being his mate and that I’m being forced to marry his brother, he wants me to for some damn reason I don’t understand. I opened the box. Tears peaked in my eyes when I saw the brown rope with rose shaped beads and four white squares that said “Mate” I slipped it on my wrist and opened the door ready to face the questions of

The Royal Rose was one of the most exclusive tea rooms in the city, a place where the wealthy and the connected gathered to see and be seen. The décor was all pale pink and gold leaf, with crystal chandeliers and fresh roses on every table. The clientele was almost entirely female socialites and heiresses and the wives of powerful men.

* I came out of my memory with a tear rolling down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away. I was sitting in my desk chair because of course I'm at the club. I looked at my phone one more time, looking at my little roses profile. I made a promise to her right then and now, I will protect you this I can promise. Knowing how close she is to my club which has cameras all over it, I watched them very closely to make sure she was not harmed by the man that killed my dad.