The Royal Highness Novels & Stories

"Not to mention that it must be a novelty for all of them to embark on such a long trip with the royal family. "They don't recognize us for our titles," I spoke in a low but serious tone. Josephine was silent in a gesture of respect. Without my father or mother there, king and queen, the greatest authority was still mine and the duke's, who at the moment was more interested in listening to the conversations of others in the Brazilian language that he did not even understand. “But that will change when the wedding is held.

I pause and first looked at her with a smiling lips yet sharp eyes "We, royals always have to memorize every significant nobles. The one who have an extraordinary backrounds and the ones with a high position" I continued while highlighting the word significant. I actually memorized every nobles in the empire, just to be careful along with their faces but it's true that the teachers of the royal famiky doesn't require us to memorize everyone. Just the nobles who have a high position standing in the empire and those whp have a famous history

My chest tightened as the call connected. A man answered warmly. “Your Highness.” “Good morning,” Henry replied smoothly. “Sorry to disturb you.” “Not at all.” The voice sounded official. Henry glanced at me briefly before continuing. “I wanted to ask about the French royal family.” My stomach twisted instantly. The French royal family? The man on the phone chuckled softly. “They’ve certainly had a difficult few months.” Henry nodded lightly. “Yes. That’s actually why I’m asking.” I stared at him carefully.

“Well, my name is Carlott Laylin Jemaine Storm Gattewarde Braynburd, Princess royal.” “Princess Royal, huh?” I chuckled, shaking my head, but it came out like a mock. I just mocked Princess Royal. “Well, considering she is the only female—” “I know what does mean.” I glared at Stellan, and I stepped away. “Should I address you, too, Your Royal Highness?” “Oh, for God’s sake, it’s just me.” She shrugged off.

She says, then turn to us. “Meet your Royals, ” she starts to introduce all eight of them to us one after the other. The Princess was the one who spoke initially. She is very pretty and not so friendly, she has long blonde hair and she reeked of elegance. Then she introduced the other nobles at the table and then finally, the second prince. Prince Louis. He seemed friendly to me, as a matter of fact he got to his feet almost immediately and walked towards us, me in particular.

Kharel said with a frown on his forehead. Niall nodded, "Yeah, right. Wow! Your Highness, you're really amazingly smart. Very quick to respond." Kharel immediately gave an expression like he wanted to strangle Niall when he heard himself being called "Your Highness" again. Actually, he didn't hate the title of prince attached to him. He also had no problem with the nickname. After all, he was the son of a royal descendant. His mother was a royal princess. The title should indeed be attached to him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please, welcome, the arrival of His Royal Highness, Prince of Burkese, Duke of Winterbourn, Prince Isodore. Her Royal Highness, Duchess of Burkese, Princess Aimrose.” With respect, the guests stepped aside for the arrival of the Prince and Princess. They looked regal. The Prince was in a sharp dress in a royal uniform with his medals of honor pinned on his chest with Royal Family Order sash over his shoulder. The Princess was drop-dead gorgeous, making me starstruck in her black floor-length gown. I followed when everyone applauded as the Prince and Princess were about to pass by the isle. I was so drawn that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Something about her aura

“Didn't I say I don't want you following me?” “That's what I always do.” “I told you not to; it's not like you are doing anything to help.” “I am your bodyguard.” Neon muttered. “Then act like one.” Ashford released him. Luna giggled slightly as she watched them. Neon rubbed his ears before staring at Luna and giving her a thumbs up. “I saw how you handled the old queen, My Lady." “Call her Her Highness.” Ashford ordered. “Or Her Majesty.” Neon nodded his head and bowed again. “Your Majesty.”

“Her name is Delilah, she is the daughter of Mitchell the royal guard murdered years ago, you know this and I know this is his daughter.” “How do you know though?” he snapped. “I don’t want someone getting close to me, you know people have already tried to kill me a very times, I don’t want something like that happening again,” he said getting up. “Come on why don’t you have her brought here so I can talk to her and ask questions that only a royal would know,” he growled at me. I don’t know if he is listening to himself, but she doesn’t know anything about being royal.

"Your Royal Highness." At the greeting, I strighten my back, feeling like there's a wall of nails behind me. She addresses me with that title, because it is what I am, but it makes me go uneasy. With everything that's happening to me, I feel like I am not the fittest person to be addressed as "her royal highness". I mean, I almost smashed her head in with a fucking candlestick, just because I have been getting voices in my head and seeing things no one else sees.