Novel & Cerita The Royal Highness

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? 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.

"Y-You're highness, I-I am Louis Ronnenburgh. The third s-son of the Duke and twin brother o-of your wife—" "...and why the fuck are you the one here? Where's your sister? The Duke can't possibly set me up to marry a boy!" "My s-sister has been missing so they made me her r-replacement until she is fou—" "DOES THE HOUSE RONNENBURGH TAKE ME FOR A FOOL!?" The Prince raised his voice. "N-No! It's not like that your highness!" He pushed Louie away and began to look hostile. "JUST BECAUSE I'M THE MOST UNFAVORED SON OF THE EMPEROR DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TREAT ME LIKE THIS! I AM THE IMPERIAL PRINCE RUSSEL HEILSONNE!!"

“Congratulations, Your Highness!” “Congratulations, Your Highness!” “Congratulations, Your Highness!” “The Kingdom has been blessed!” Since the olden days, receiving the news of a royal child is considered a blessing for the Kingdom entirely, because it symbolizes a blessed future for the Kingdom, and stability as well. Especially if it is the child of a Crown Prince, having an heir is basically like securing one’s position to becoming the King.

She fake a smile "is really touching" She said the words as she turns to gaze at Umma Magajiya who is still standing on her feet, battling her rage from the inside out. She knows that she can not create a scene here, cause if she does all she has ever work for will be in vain. The hall echo with a small laughter. Holding her head high, she continue "Let me introduce myself..." She trails gazing at the strange faces before her. Then took a deep breathe. "I am Nawal Mahmud, The Crown Princess and future Queen..." She trail again, turning to gaze at Umma Magajiya with a sly smirk, then she turn and gaze at Farida, who looks like she has seen a ghost. Nawal continued while looking at her direct

“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.

A freaking prince?! I gaped at her. "But how come no one knows about it? I didn't hear anyone else calling him with his title." She placed a glass of orange juice before me. "His Highness likes to keep his past private. He doesn't even like it when I call him by his title. But I do it out of habit." I frowned. "Why?" Who wouldn't want to flaunt it to the world? Being a royal wasn't a small deal.

I don't know why I was hoping that it should be Prince Raphael. "The Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Ayatulla, His Majesty Prince Reuz IV!" I don't know what to feel when I heard that it's not him then "The Prince of the Kingdom of Ayatulla, Prince Raphael III!" I was shocked with the names called after him, "The Regent of the Principality of Asturiaz, His Highness Rocky IV" "The Duchess of the Government of Akazia, Her Highness Ma. Catherine" "The Emir of the United Kingdom of the Eastern Lands, His Majesty Emir Shurev IV" "The Grand King and Queen of the United Kingdom of Tleste, His Majesty King George XVIII and Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth" "The Queen Mother of the United Kingdom of Sour,

But having so many eyes on me made me feel like I was back in my old pack, tied to the whipping post with the entire pack watching in satisfaction as I begged for mercy. "His Majesty, the King," My chest filled with pride as the pack rose to their feet, and Killian stepped forward with his head held high. The lack of introduction for me, was not surprising as I held no official title yet. Even if people wanted to address me as Her Highness in a smaller setting, it was a title reserved for members of the royal family beneath their ruler. It was not and would never be my title unless he chose to use me as a breeder and then marked another.

Her husband, her god, her lover, her prince, her duke and the father of her children; she just loved him. She was after all his Her Royal Highness.

We stood behind the big door again, waiting to get in but mommy and daddy held me back, still holding my hands waiting for the door to open, waiting for our names to be called first, that's what mama said. "Her Royal Highness Queen Amber Draca," a voice calls. "His Royal Highness King Oscar Draca," the voice calls again, calling my daddy's name. "Her Royal Highness Princess Kenedi Draca," the voice finally says and all three of us walked into the room. Everyone turned to us, there were more people than there were in the ceremony, all standing up in the room that was all decorated with flowers, the whole room went quiet as we went down the stairs slowly, and then they all went down on their k