Servant To The Crown Novels & Stories

Kilian stepped in front of me. “She does not speak english. IShe is my new servant. Dad, you can not have her. You bought her for me!” The word hit me hard. Servant! Was he telling his dad I was his servant? Would his father take me now that the truth was out. “Lyra?” Dragan’s face turns to regrat.

he said, circling me slowly, “at the Ball, you do not speak unless spoken to. You kneel when told. You spread your legs when told. And you cum only when permitted.” He pushed me against the table and slid two fingers into my pussy, pumping them slowly. “Show me how you serve,” he commanded. I moaned softly, riding his fingers while keeping my posture perfect. “Like this, Your Highness?” “Good girl.” He replaced his fingers with his cock, fucking me slowly from behind while giving instructions. “When the King presents you, you will thank every noble who uses you. Loudly.” “Yes, Your Highness… Thank you for fucking me… I live to serve the crown…”

Finally, one came out and spoke. "How would you do that?" He asked, curiosity and suspicion dripping from his tone. The warrior did not shed a simple emotion and instead turned to look at the King. "My Lord, may I request a servant for a little demonstration?" "You may, but do not hurt anyone." "Understood." He turned to face the line of servants who stood behind the throne hidden from the throne room. Their primary purpose was to aid the King whenever he needed their help.

The older man at the door looked back and forth between my tormentor and me. His kind eyes were filled with confusion. It was clear that he did not know what to do. “This… He…” The cleaner pointed at me. My tormentor remained stunned for a moment. Then, he seemed to think of something, and his expression relaxed. His tone became arrogant as he said, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone discipline their servant?” He pointed at me too, the gold ring on it gleaming, and shot me a warning gaze.

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

After all, she's the girl he cherishes the most, so he simply says, "Then I'll have Thomas follow you from a distance." Thomas is his servant.

Congratulations are in order, as well as many questions. Through the door outside, I see the loyal soldiers scouting through. I imagine they will have the entire palace secure very soon, if they haven’t secured it already. After a time, a servant walks in carrying the King’s formal crown. The servant seems confused, flanked by two loyal guards. They walk up the blood-stained silver carpet, carrying the crown all the way to the front. Caleb hops back up onto the platform. As the servant comes close enough, he reaches down, snatches the crown off the pillow it was carried in on, and drops it onto his own head.

Eldric asked William. "The crown", William replied with clench closed. "What does crown represent?" "The king that protects his people from harm. Especially from the -" "Does the crown represent the monarch?! Or does it serve the higher purpose?" Eldric cuts him off. William holds his breath and remembers his lesson when he was raised in the orphanage. "God. The crown serves as a link between God and the kingship of the realm." "Exactly. And does killing the innocent give us the security we need?" Eldric asks his squire once more.

It always carried. There was no hesitation in him. No visible tension. If he felt anything about this arrangement, he didn’t let it show. Caelan watched him as he spoke. Watched the way he held himself. Watched the way his words landed. Perfect. Every part of it perfect. And somehow— That made it worse. “The crown.” The Emperor’s voice cut through the air. A servant stepped forward, carrying it carefully, like it was something sacred. Like it mattered. Caelan’s breath slowed.

the Elf stuttered. Prince Ron nodded. "Good. Cordin, from this night henceforth, you're going to be my personal servant." The human servants nearly fell to their knees. His personal servant??? Cordin was done for. All the servants who came to Netheridge with the Prince and Princess knew what it meant to be the Prince's personal servant. There was a good reason King Cain forbade Prince Ron from taking any personal servants. All he had was Leo. That was it. Nothing could save Cordin now.