Servant To The Crown Novels & Stories

There was one rule that seem to have applied throughout history when it came to proud , arrogant nobles who believed themselves untouchable. Your servants are there only to serve, so long as they perform their duties you wouldn't interfere, they were below you so you wouldn't meet their eyes unless addressing them. The servants revered you, to meet the eyes of their master was generally met with scorn, as such actions were considered borderline impertinent.

The honor a knight earns in battle, defense for the weak, and even standing bravely where no one will and can. THE CROWN. A royal blooded title, pride, and the entirety of their lives deal, where their world revolves and is only known for. Taken as the highest in the towering pedestal of their lives, it is the throne where blood and sins were covered. With its brightness and fame as the ruler and ruling stance of their lives, it is the dark and menacing life that only cares for power and luxury, that even the purest one can be tainted with its darkness.

“Your Majesty, the realm is yours now. May your reign be long and your mercy endless.” His tone was perfect. Too perfect. Cassian’s warning echoed again. Trust no one. As the priest lifted the crown, I felt the entire hall hold its breath. He set the metal upon my head, his voice ringing clear: “Behold Serina Valcrest, chosen by grace, crowned by will, ruler of the realm reborn.” The hall erupted in applause. But I saw who didn’t clap. Miriel. And half the lords from the northern trade houses are the same who’d funded the Prophet’s uprising.

Are they ready?” he asked one of the servants behind him. “Yes sire, I taught them everything. They are ready to recite the oath.” “... very well.” he lifted up his arm with the sleeve and suspended it in mid-air, waiting. The servant threw a wave to the crowd and they all started chanting in unison. “WE PLEDGE OUR ALLEGIANCE TO THE ALMIGHTY KING. WE REWARD OUR SOUL TO BE UNDER HIS WING. WE GRANT HIM POWER TO GUIDE US. OH HAIL THE GREAT KING...LADZGERY TYNDALE!!!”

Ranvijay looked up at Padma tiringly, "I think it's about time we change this ritual. You know I absolutely hate this. He's almost your age." "You used to hate a lot of things, Ranvijay, and I don't have to tell you that your perception is changing," Padma smiled at him, waving the servant away. "Some things have to follow the course. Keshav and his generations have taken an oath to personally serve the crown prince."

“Didn’t you ask me to bring your crown to show your friends?” The maid recalled what the other maid had told her earlier. Otherwise, she would not have dared to take such a valuable item without permission. Lucy noticed the maid's uneasy expression and decided not to blame her. Instead, she asked, “It’s okay, just leave it here. But… who told you that I wanted you to bring the crown?” “It was Princess Charlotte’s new servant, Lola.” The maid did not hide anything from Lucy, and Lucy frowned at the revelation. “Alright, you can go now.”

As a matter of fact, about half of my head is already filled with the pleasure of travelling from hereafter, but of course, I won't say it. "So, what can we do about Fran's position?" "I am the prince's servant" As if her self-introduction earlier was a lie, Fran speaks out bluntly. "Servant, you say? Though here are some parts to which overlaps with my role..." "I will do the miscellaneous chores around the prince. You can continue to just be his watchdog" "...! I, even I have been with Allan-sama for many years..." This is bad, a hair-triggering crisis has appeared.

This man is known as Crow, and he is an expert in covert missions that would compel him to blend into his working place without attracting any suspicion from his targets. “Your highness.” The six men inside the training room instantly noticed his arrival and they all paid their respects with inquiry in their eyes. They have been under the crown prince’s banner for as long as they can remember, but there were only a few times when the crown prince took the initiative to visit them in their training room. Crown Prince Rogeus nodded at their greeting before stopping his gaze at Crow. Crow hurriedly turned serious as he felt the intention of the crown prince. “Your highness, what are your orders

"You had your chance to speak your mind but you took so long. Now, your mind doesn't matter. It's so useless, just like you." "I know that I look so amazing," I continued, turning back to look at myself in the mirror. "I'm just not so happy that my hair is still packed in a bun just like every other servant! How so official! I hate official stuff." As much as I lamented, I wasn't deluded. I was in touch with reality and I knew that being the head of servants didn't make me cease to be a servant. It just meant that I was a servant above the other servants; An elevated servant if I must add. I was still a servant nevertheless.

I was eighteen when I left my pack. I ran away with Stanley, my fated mate. He never gave me a proper mating ceremony. But I loved him. I would have done anything. I watched him build his pack. Become an Alpha. Take over half the territories in the North. The first time we made love, he marked my neck and promised me a grand ceremony. One day. I kept waiting. For over twenty years, I tried to be the perfect Luna for him. Then came my forty-fifth birthday. I thought it was time. Time for that ceremony he promised, in the sacred springs of Starfall Valley. But he had another surprise for me. I found him in our pack’s private hot spring, pinning his dead brother’s mate beneath him. That’s when