روايات وقصص ضمن Royalty Writes

“I believe that what contributes to the Prince’s dishonoring behavior, is the wealth he is surrounded with. He has no limit and the fact that he can use this money as he wishes, adds to the Prince’s arrogance.” “Mm. So you propose we reduce his allowance?” the sultan asked. “I propose the Prince learns to be independent. Without the financial assistance of his royal status. He should learn to work hard to get what he wants. Even if it’s temporal. Until he changes completely, and we have observed that he truly has, then his royal facilities shall be restored.” The sultan smiled at his Queen, loving this idea. “You hear that?” he asked with a little laugh. “It’s a good idea,” the queen agreed,

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

But the thought of it just hit me. She shrugged and got out to her bed and fixed it. “It’s up to you if you want to. If you can, then you will. You can do anything when you love, Becca. It’s a matter of choices and sacrifices. I love Royalties, and it’s been a month since I’m hunting that Prince of Denmark, who happens to be Linus, your boyfriend. I knew the Royal rules as I’ve searched over the internet, his Royal Highness must marry a woman from his race and now that he was back, I’m sure he already meets the woman whom he will marry.”

Clearly, though, there was a whole lot about royalty that she'd yet to learn. “I'm a little confused,” she said. “Why doesn't anyone say anything?” “She is usually more discrete, so not many know.” Winston smiled again and placed a hand onto her shoulder. “But all you need to know is that loose lips sink ships, and it would be wise of you not to repeat to anyone what you saw going on upstairs. Especially to anybody in the public. She is a powerful woman, and I'm afraid you would be an easy target for her to destroy to save her reputation.”

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

That was the night I decided I did not want to cling to his business, especially when the 'caring and knowing' about his transactions with other women would hurt me. Even up to this point, I don't want to be too invested in the outcome. As I open the second bottle of white wine, the nauseating feeling at the back of my mind starts to float away into the ether. Hey! Don't judge me. I will share this bottle of wine. If someone happens to sit and drink with me, I will. Never in a million years, if someone had told me that one day I would be involved with a prince who's, in fact, real-life royalty, I would have snorted and laughed at their gentle, stupid face.

The words I beg you pardon were only seconds away from rolling out of my tongue, but I swallowed it in, bottling it all up. "Do you expect me to get out of this stool and show you around? What are the workers for?" I folded my arms around my chest. Clearing this throat--I knew I was in for a long one, he said, "That has always been how royalty worked. When a visitor pays a visit, you're supposed to treat him nicely and do all you can to make him happy so that he'll have good stories and want to return some other time." Licking my lips, I raked my hands through my black hair and giggled for a bit.

King Royale POV "ROYALE!! This has been happening under your nose! You let these scoundrels exploit women and young girls. Are you sure you never got wind of such heinous deeds? What of the darned Council? Busy hunting for my throat yet you let such scum bags thrive? This is the only reason I have ever laid my hands on alphas and claimed their lives. Today, you have to ensure that this ends or help me wolf spirits, I may just have to add the blood on my hands until they also get tainted an irrevocable crimson!"

In the beautiful country of Rinovea, King Andriego and Queen Cleo reigned wonderfully in the past years. They made the country disciplined, yet beautiful. One day, they had a baby. A royal baby, and they named her, yes it's a girl, Ruthy.Ruthyelia Celeste Nobingale, princess of Rinovea.The country rejoiced with the new born baby, but is still worried for it is a princess. A princess shall need to be married to be able to step on the throne, and it one of the highest and strictest rule of the history of Royals in Rinovea.Will Ruthy accept her fate to be married even if it has to be an arranged marriage, for her country? Does she have the time to feel true love and have him as her King?

I don’t know exactly what the story is but the hatred has been passed from generation to generation. Even to date, the western wolves would do anything to gain favors and recognition from the royals and a tribute is given to the king whenever the occasion calls for it. About a week ago, the former king passed on and was laid to rest almost immediately. However, a ceremony was to be conducted after seven days which is today and all packs under the western wolves are giving out some of their pack members; well more like servants from their pack to the royals as a form of tribute to the late king. It is plain tradition and there’s no escaping it.