The Royal Highness Novels & Stories

“Your majesties,” a black-haired woman bowed to the four royalties. “Good evening Ms Knight.” Daniel gently kissed her hand. “We are very delighted with your acceptance of our offer, this is very generous of you.” “It is an honour for me, Your Majesty.” The woman is not very young, and she looks like she is almost reaching her forties. She is short, with large brown eyes and long black hair. She is thin and very pale, showing that she mustn't have been eating well lately.

The ladies burst into laughter and Her highness frowned a little. “What do you mean?” she asked. I sighed and decided to let it out. “because I am not….” “His Majesty the King” I frowned,he wasn't supposed to be here. This will be harded than I thought. His Majesty came in with a cold face, he looks like someone owes in money. And he's as handsome as usual. We all bowed in respect for him. “I thought you are busy, what are you doing here?” Her highness asked “I was done so I decided to come see you, it hard to see you these days” he replied sounding a bit warm, guess he loves his mother.

he scoffed, but immediately shut up hearing Christian's furious growl directed at him. "Mind your words, Arnold! Don't forget she is the Royal Beta female."Christian growled, shutting him up. Damn, Royal? I liked the sound of that, but did I care? Absolutely not. "And respect is all that you will give her." I could see Arnold literally glaring at me, wanting nothing to bury me alive. But that only made me smirk at him. Sucks for you, Arnold!

Was the matter really that grave this time? I quickened my pace through the endless corridors of the palace. When I finally reached the royal study, the two guards outside the carved wooden doors straightened instantly. "His Majesty is waiting for you, Your Highness," one of them said, bowing respectfully. I acknowledged him with a nod and pushed the doors open. The scent of old books and sandalwood greeted me immediately. The large study was dimly lit, illuminated only by golden lamps and the fire crackling in the fireplace. Shelves lined every wall, filled with ancient records and leather-bound books.

If she didn't know, then it wouldn't be true. Except she was already at the book. “The Law of Princely Marriage: The royal heir, be it male or female must wed of noble blood. No other suitors may be entertained.” “No,” she gasped, but the words stayed the same. Frantic, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and googled the law. It was a real law. There were no repeals. All Orsino marriages were of noble heritage. The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill.

He ignored me and continued his little spiel. “When you meet anyone from the royal family, be sure to bow your head to them with your hand crossed in front of your chest. Since you are all of Alpha blood, you hold equal rank to all of them except for the King, Queen, and Crown Prince, so a full bow is not required unless in the presence of one of those three. Also, all members of the royal family are to be addressed with the title of ‘Prince’, or ‘Princess’ for their mates, even if they are not in the direct line for the throne. The King and Queen are, obviously, addressed by those titles, and the Crown Prince by his.” I swallowed, nodding my head. It was a lot to remember—the titles, the bo

"Royals? What do you mean by that?" "Over a thousand something students attend Starlight University, but only a few stand out from the masses and are placed in cliques. Reigning at the top of the social status pyramid is the Royals. Just as this name implies, it's made up of heirs and nobles with royal blood who have made a name for themselves and are SU's crown jewels. Each member is very high-profile and dignified, not to mention intelligent, gifted, and highly attractive," explained the raven-haired girl.

Starting with the background of their family. All rumors about her family associated with drugs or how they are right hands of high government officials were all lies rather they were a family of Royals. Read that again. Royals. All this time I was friends to a royal, before we head on with excitement. She tells us they are not the Royals that we call Kings, Queens and prince or princesses because her family refused being one. Their social ranking status were Duke and Duchess, Just below the King and Queen. Ever since her Grandpa died because of old age, they decided to leave the life of luxury. Even so, the title was still passed down so by law they are still richer than what we actually th

"Apparently, our story reached Buckingham Palace," Amity laughed, tears of joy streaming down her face. "This is... this is beyond anything I ever dreamed." David looked up from his laptop, grinning broadly. "And that's not all. The Royal Opera House is offering you a composer-in-residence position for the coming season. Full creative control, with the resources to develop new works and mentor young artists." Amity's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief. "That's... that's the most prestigious position in British classical music."

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.