Servant To The Crown の小説・ストーリー

They found out that a cunning manor master would not return the servants of Chief Marcus’ cousin. Indeed, the cousin of Chief Marcus owed a great amount to this master that he has to pay seven times the principal amount. This master took his servants as a warning in the event of failed payment. By the time the cousin of Chief Marcus can finally redeem his servants and pay the needed amount, the manor master demanded even more. He would not want to yield unless military provisions will be given to his house. The business of military provisions is not solely after the authority of Chief Marcus, it needs consent from the Royal Capital.

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…”

"The council will expect it. So will the other packs. Without it, some might try to challenge your authority." "I know," I sighed. "I just thought I might have a little break from being paraded in front of everyone. From the whispers and the judgment and the barely concealed shock that a former servant dares to wear a crown." He reached across the tray, taking my hand in his. His palm was warm against mine, the casual strength in his fingers a reminder of the power he wielded with such control. "You're Queen by right and by might, Amelia. The coronation merely formalises what is already true."

"Unfortunately for you, I did." They fumbled into curtsies, stammering apologies, their gaze darting around like cornered mice. One maid attempted to flee, but my voice stopped her. "Stop. Come back!" The girl came to a halt, her face etched with guilt. "Allow me to remind you," I said clearly. "I may not be favored. I may not be loved. But I am still the Crown Prince's wife. And you are servants beneath this roof. You must show me respect. Not because of who I am, but because of what I am.

“Merri? But Your Highness, even though Merri was your personal maid at Duke Mountravven's residence, she did not have sufficient specifications to be the personal attendant of a member of the royal family. I think-” “Then, do you think those people you gathered have sufficient specifications to serve me, a Crown Princess? Just so you know, they are incompetent. They don't satisfy me at all! Merri is better!” “Miss, oops... Your Highness the Crown Princess.” Merri tightened her hands as if praying. Her gaze sparkled dearly. I know she loves compliment.

“The successor offered me a choice after the Ruins. Serve or die. I chose service. And in return, I get to watch you suffer.” “Damon, you’re being used. That crown is controlling you.” “The crown is freeing me. Showing me what I should have always been.” He stepped closer. “You humiliated me, sister. Made me serve the pack like a common criminal. Now I get to return the favor.”

It was so bloody that it made me feel like I was the one being killed. My thoughts were a mess. As tears start pouring, I hear a knock on the door. Snapping my head. I call out. My voice wavers as I answer. Quickly, I grab the crown and set it back inside the box. Closing it, I turn and head out. Just to find a servant with his head bow. “What do you want?” I snap as I clean my tears away. “I came to check on you,” the servant said. “The king orders me to check on you, Your Highness.”

Do not trust the crown. She did not know who had sent it, but the warning clung to her thoughts. A knock came. “Enter,” she said. Cale stepped inside, his uniform crisp, his expression careful. He bowed slightly before speaking. “Lady Seraphina. His Highness has ordered increased security while the Inquisitor remains in the palace. I’ve been assigned to your wing.” “Assigned,” she repeated. “To watch me?” “To protect you,” he said, meeting her eyes. “Though I’m not sure he knows the difference.”

Dallas’ p.o.v. I understand why Uncle Vaughn wants to deal with this issue first. He wants to replace those Servants as soon as possible, but also send a message out there. “Each Servant who works in the Royal wing was put there to spy on the Royal family and to report to the Elders. Not only for the Elders to have a heads-up, but also to inform their former Alphas. This is a list of the Servants who are currently stationed in the Royal wing.” I say as I hold up a piece of paper.