Servant To The Crown Novels & Stories

Prince Ethan responds, his hate of Ademon having increased tenfold. "Ademon can unfortunately wear the crown without suffering a curse. Our beautiful Queen and the old seer lied about a ritual having been carried out. I was a servant of King Reid and would have known about the ritual if it was carried out," the servant says. "I came to your cell because I am not allowed to go near their cell. Please let them know that we are still loyal to them. That we will fight Ademon's reign even after they are gone," she requests.

“From this day, you are free....and more than that, you will serve this kingdom within these walls.” My stomach dropped because I knew exactly what was coming before the words even left his mouth. “You will serve as the personal assistant to Crown Prince Xander.” The hall erupted, Nobles whispering furiously, soldiers exchanging glances, and my mother’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she did not object. She knew better than to object to the Alpha King in the throne room. But, I did. “No.” My voice cut through the noise like thunder. “Absolutely fucking not. I don’t need an assistant, and I certainly do not need a slave to assist me.”

Gon widened his eyes and said, "Royal Highness, just give the command to this servant of yours." Crown Prince laughed and said, "Servant? You were never our servant Gon. You are our friend whom we can rely upon, without any worries." He patted his shoulder and continued, "Gon ah, I want you to continue following your Miss as her shadow guard even after her marriage..."

A cat that swallows more than it can chew chokes on its own ambition. I remembered that day clearly. How livid I was when I heard those words. "Eva, do not do anything you would regret. Let's not forget our place. We are servants, and our purpose is to live and die while serving the king. Do not have any other thoughts." Servants. Servants. That was all I had ever heard my entire life. I was just a servant—someone who could never rise above my rank, someone who could never be more. But did I want to accept that fate?

I swallow the lump forming in my throat as the priest asks me to come to the center of the stage. I walk over to the center, everyone’s eyes fixed on me and the priest motions for me to kneel. A servant steps forward carrying an elegant velvet cushion. Resting upon it is a breathtaking crown. White gold woven into twisting vines. The priest carefully lifts the crown. "This crown represents strength." He places it just above my head. "Wisdom." It lowers another inch. "Compassion." It settles gently against my hair. "And the promise that the Queen shall protect this kingdom with both justice and love."

She squeals. Her eyes flicker to the name tag on the upper part of the shirt. Let's go, Serena. Now that she has much power than before she feels so happy. And that reminded her of the time the head will be bossing them around and now she's the head. The head of the maids. ** "So Serena is everything going smoothly?" Mrs. Beatrice asked taking a bite of her meatballs. "Yes Ma'am everything is well decorated, and Abby is okay now." She stated tight-lipped.

Aiden “I AM THE crown, Aiden.” He replayed Diana’s words in his head as if it was something he had to know to pass a test. At that moment, he felt as if that’s what the entire situation was… nothing but an assessment to understand the capability of his knowledge. He had just watched hundreds of his people fall in a fight against the zombies, and it was all for a crown he had never seen before… or so he had thought, before finding out that the crown of omnipotence had been living under his roof.

Luna was pregnant, and as a result, she requires the assistance of additional maids. It was arranged for me to serve Madam Anna's difficult third daughter-in-law, and for some reason, deep down inside, I felt an overwhelming sense of insecurity about the situation. I have an unshakeable intuition that in the not-too-distant future, a lot of unfortunate events are going to take place.

Bart stepped towards me glaring angrily. “Honey!” Joanne cried from behind me. “No, Jo. I have to say this otherwise, I’m going to stay angry at her.” He turned back to me. “Conor has been working so hard to make you happy, but you constantly hide behind the defense of ‘I’m a servant, he’s a prince’. I know you’re insecure but stop it already! He doesn’t give a damn about that.” He snapped angrily. I know he doesn’t… I stood in silence as he got closer. I could see the fury in his blue eyes. “The three of us don’t care that you’re a servant. From now on, forget that you’re a servant. The three of us see you as a noblewoman and I want you to act like it. I know you’ve had a hard time adapting