Side Royal Novels & Stories

It gets tiring most times especially when I want to have alone time but I have long given up on that. My younger brother Louis is seated in front of me in my office, and besides him is Adrian, my cousin and also one of the future beta’s that would serve during my reign. There are usually three royal beta’s seeing the large amount of workload that we have to handle at the royal castle and Adrian happens to be one of them.

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

“How was your afternoon tea with the Queen? I heard she invited you.” “Chaotic. I was asked to pay a fine of ten gold coins, I had any so I gave them my diamond bracelet instead. Tell me mother was I too much?” Sarah’s lips quirked in amusement. She admired the girl’s gutty attitude. She reminded of her daring son. They were a perfect match and of course she didn’t regret having a daughter in law like her. She fell in love with her at first sight. She’s afterall the only woman who can get her stubborn son to crack up. The royal palace must be wary of her because Sarah was certain she was going to shake the foundations of the royal palace.

After almost a minute, a single leg steps inside, for a moment before the person appear. She stood by the door for a minute, head hell high, as her gaze travel directly to one person. She then started walking directly towards where the royals are sitting down. She majestically walk with grace and power. Her head is held high like a true Queen, looking directly at one person with lips curve to a smile. She wore a simple Ankara gown with a rose gold color Alkaybba which is following her at least 5 meters behind. Five maids by either of her sides follows behind also dressed in a marching attire.

On the front terrace of a palace with its towering buildings painted white, a man with his spectacles was waiting. “Welcome to the palace, daughter of Marquess Grasswall. I am Ron, Head of Household in the Western Palace. Please come this way, my Lady Sarah is waiting.” The man bends down and then welcomes Rosetta in. They pass through long aisles with columns of scroll at the right end while a wall is full of paintings as high as a sky. “Are the other Ladies here yet?“ asked Rosetta as they turned down the hall to the left. “That’s right, My Lady. They met princess Sarah in the park,“ Ron replies with a tone reminiscent of Rosetta’s father.

Two noblemen said as they bowed before Ragaleon. "Thank you, Duke Dickson and Lord Collins." Ragaleon said nonchalantly. Frankly, he had wanted a small family feast, but his mother just had to go and make it otherwise. The royal family was seated on a high table three staircases away from the main party ground. Ragaleon was seated on his throne, his mother at his right hand side, and Racheal by his left. Then the rest of the queens were seated accordingly after Racheal.

Atlas’s voice cracked. Phillip nearly lost his temper. His fists clenched at his sides. “Damn it, Atlas! I warned you the risks were too much. You’re the Crown Prince. One wrong move and…” A sharp knock interrupted them. A servant entered, bowing low. “Your Highness, the royal council summons you immediately. They said it is urgent.” Atlas’s face drained of color. His hands trembled visibly. The council? Now? His mind raced to the worst possibilities…someone had already talked.

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the

Trish strokes her hand through his hair. "Who was that?" Clive asks, nodding to the phone. "The Rogue King. Apparently news of you two being mates has spread rapidly overnight. He was doing a round on Silverstone when he overheard some of the guards talking about their once beloved fighter and Alpha's daughter being mated to the mighty Prince" Clyde looks to me and Austin, who grips my hand a little tighter. If everyone at Silverstone knows, then... "Does Red Blood know?" David asks the question that is clearly on everyone's mind. Clyde makes me breathe a sigh of relief when he shrugs.

Because this time, he wasn’t walking back broken. He was walking back forged. And as the bus thundered closer to Royalty, Collins prayed with everything in him— That he wasn’t too late.