Novel & Cerita Show Me Royal Blue

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

It was a silver badge belonging to royal family members. Since coming of age, this was the first time I had relied on my family's influence. "This badge is issued to every member of the royal family. If you're really the Alpha King's daughter, you would have one." Peyton stiffened and hurriedly explained, "Of course, I have one. I just left in a rush and forgot it at home. The Alpha King really is my father. If you don't believe me, I can show you photos from my childhood."

But Lena was silent. Trying to shake off the unnerving feeling, she stood and stepped out of the tub. The maids rushed in with towels and carefully dried her off, then slipped a gorgeous gown over her frame—a soft sapphire blue number, adorned from neckline to hem with intricate silver embroidery. Queen Rosa had chosen it herself, noting Seraphina’s obvious affection for anything blue. The royal stylist brushed out her long, dark brown hair and arranged it in a loose, elegant updo. She crowned it with delicate stones that shimmered like frozen stars.

"...just take the medicine the doctor gave you. I’ll call you after the opening session. Yes, I promise." He hung up and turned around, the frustration on his face instantly freezing into a mask of pure shock. His eyes raked over me, traveling from the shimmering hem of the gown up to my defiant gaze. For a split second, I saw a flash of genuine heat, I saw a man that truly desired me. Then, his eyes landed on the color. The deep, unmistakable blue of the Royal House. His brow furrowed, and the heat turned into a cold, sharp sneer.

I adored him in every kind of suit, but, for some reason, his sexiness reached a whole new level when he wore any shade of blue. "Blue." Voicing that one word again filled my whole body with strange agitation. "Oh, that's perfect!" Veronica exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "We have a perfect design for decorations with light-blue and—" "No. " I shook my head with confidence. "It cannot be light-blue. The shade must be darker, like cobalt blue, navy blue, or... indigo blue. "

I moved the paper aside and gasped. It was a gown made of the most beautiful silk I had ever seen. The color was hard to describe. It wasn't navy, and it wasn't royal blue. It was a deep, icy, shimmering shade of blue that looked like the ocean at midnight. It was cold and beautiful all at once. "It’s... it’s amazing," I whispered, reaching out to touch the fabric. It was cool against my skin. "That color has a name," Cade said, standing behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "In the fashion world, they call it 'Miller Blue.' My mother had it created years ago. It’s the color of my family. It’s the color of my company."

“The red means you join the left faction, and the blue means you join the right faction.” I glanced at Prince Franklin who kept a straight and angry face. The King then held two white dies out, and threw them on a table. “Choose.” He ordered. I immediately chose, and then he nodded at me to uncoat it. I slowly and gently unwrapped it, and everyone watched with silence and anticipation except the two royals in the room. “Blue.” I muttered, showing him the color. The king had a smirk on his face. All of a sudden, Franklin unsheathed his sword and slammed it on the table. It was a clean strike at something I could not yet see. Everyone looked shocked, including the King.

Renea replied to Aron, “The merchant has not shifted yet. Just wait a little longer.” Aron replied, “OK”. Renea then immediately called Carson and said, “Pick out that royal blue suit from the men’s section, repackage it and have someone deliver it to Kingston Mansion.” Although she only looked once at the style and color of the clothes in the store, she already had them in her mind. At that time when she saw the Royal Blue suit, she felt that the colour was suitable for Aron. Carson didn’t know what was going on, but he didn’t ask. He followed Renea’s instructions and sent the clothes to Kingston Mansion.

(Don't marry your assistant) It took a lot of contemplation but with enough pressure from Kathleen he finally managed to get into the car, dressed in a simple royal blue shirt with two buttons down and casual pants. Royal blue was his mother's least favorite color, she usually said the color reminded her of commoners in the most disdainfully way possible and he loved to piss her off.