Servant To The Crown Novels & Stories

Royal replied wondering why she changed the topic. "You serve everyone? I don't get you Royal." "I mean to say I am a servant to everyone wolf in Wolfe Crimson Kingdom." Royal told Ariel. "That means you run errands for every household in Wolfe Crimson?" Ariel asked. "Yes and that was why I said everyone knows me and I know everyone." Royal answered, still smiling. "Isn't that stressful running errands for people?" "It's my job and I am used to it already." Royal responds. He wasn't used to it but he has to keep on with his facade until he has achieved his aim.

he says, urging me on. Is that supposed to be a compliment? He thinks I'm smart? Don’t tell him anything, my inner consciousness screams at me. But then he dazzles me the most beautiful, heart melting smile, the kind of smile I’d wanted him to give me since the first day I’d laid eyes on him—and that is that. The rational part of my brain quit working. Without thinking I'm blubbering. "If a royal person willingly accepts a Servant's role despite it being beneath their usual status and does so without despair or loss of dignity, that exemplifies fortitude. So I guess that what they are testing, but I'm not sur..."

I whipped out my phone and hit play on a recording. His voice rang out, sharp and jarring, "Bennett, a woman's got to be put in her place with a good beating. Works like a charm. It's how I kept Harriet, her mother, in line. Now she's more devoted than any servant." I left a recording pen behind on purpose when my mother moved out. I scanned the room, "Esteemed professors, fellow students, this so-called godfather of the Harlow clan is ready to trade his daughter to a known wife-beater for control over a couple of docks. And now he's playing the victim. Should I take this to the elders?"

The Lunari chair stood empty, draped in black. I looked around, I seen my father sitting at the head of the table, our king, a towering figure in both stature and presence, exuded an aura of cold, unyielding ambition. His eyes, sharp and calculating, gleamed with an insatiable hunger for power an appetite that could never be sated, no matter how many kingdoms he claimed or how many crowns he added to his collection. His face was lined with the marks of age and experience, but there was no softness in his expression, no trace of kindness or warmth. The people who looked upon him saw not a father, but a ruler, a king forged from iron will and relentless desire for control.

Vanguard ate slowly, savoring each bite, unaware that the palace below him was rotting with terror. The servants stood lined against the wall, eyes lowered, hands clasped so tightly their knuckles ached. No one wanted to speak. No one wanted to die. A young servant—new, trembling—was pushed forward by the others. His legs shook so hard he nearly fell. “My… my lord,” he said softly. Vanguard did not look up. “If this is about the wine, replace it.” The servant swallowed. “It is not, Your Majesty.” Vanguard lifted his head.

I commanded, shoving at his chest. "You don't really want that, do you? I mean, you let those mangy rogues play with you, so why can't the emissary of the Crown also have his fill." He was a servant of the Royal family. Go figures. Those brutes thought they could have whomever they wanted. The thought of him going with me anywhere made me sick.

he asked and they all looked at each other in confusion. "I said, what is your sworn duty as servants!," He said loudly, startling everyone. "We serve the crown" They said shakily. I could smell the fear in the atmosphere. There were much shuffling of feet too. Everyone was nervous as to what would happen next. "Yes. Your first and only duty here is to the crown. Yet, some of you are ungrateful despite all the Kingdom has done for you. I'll ask this only once and not a word spoken here should be breathed outside,"

“Remember that they are the symbol of this kingdom. They are chosen by the Goddess to lead and guide us. They are sacred and you must treat them with great respect. If I were you, I would forget about revenge. When you entered the gate, you already dedicated your life to them.” I pursed my lips and did not say anything to avoid upsetting her. I could tell that Constantine is a good person. She just hated the thought of someone using their bodies to climb the ladder. Constantine opened her mouth to say something when someone arrived, and I recognized him as the Crown Prince's personal aide, who was with him earlier. “The crown prince wants this servant to serve him from now on. She will be on

"I would like you and I to be friends. Will you accept that?" "Your Highness, you are the son of King Eroh and Queen Hida. You are the Crown Prince of Wishire Kingdom. I am only a servant in the palace. I am only your guard who must serve you with respect. I must not defy the royal family." Serin said, facing down. "I am the Crown Prince, asking you to be friends with me. You said that you must serve me with respect. But you are refusing to accept my humble request and I think that is a form of disrespect."

Prevent the awakening of something called the Void Beast—or die. I swallowed hard, forcing my breathing to steady, but the tremor in my hands refused to disappear. Thirteen years. Thirteen whole years of brutal training, unanswered questions, and mysterious dreams, and this was the explanation I received? I almost laughed from sheer disbelief. “The Four Crown Kings?” I repeated under my breath, hoping saying the words aloud would somehow make them less absurd. It had the opposite effect. Aunt Mira, who had remained silent until now, stiffened so noticeably that I immediately turned toward her. That reaction alone told me everything I needed to know—she knew exactly what that title meant.