The Royal Movie Novels & Stories

He moved to the table and gave William the glass of water. William took a sip and placed the glass on the table. He described Sofia for a while then stopped. Royal stared at the outcome of the sketch and he recognized her. “Do you know her?” William inquired, it might be his opportunity to interrogate him. Royal cleared his throat and shook his head. “I don't, who is she?” “Oh I remember, she's your woman,” Royal said and plastered a smile on our lips. He didn't understand why he felt suspicious of William, but his instincts were never this alert around someone.

It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land. ​I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood. I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror. "Our king is so beautiful!" "Asher is the strongest!" "He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks ​The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.

His hand slid around her waist, dragging her closer. “Get your hands off me!” Giulia snarled, squirming, but he held her still—calm and steady, like still water hiding a whirlpool beneath. His fingers threaded through her hair as she jerked her head away in disgust. Then his eyes found mine. Burning and triumphant. “You know what I want him to see before you put a bullet through his head?” he sneered. “I want him to know you were never his. Sure, maybe he was the star of the day… but I’m the King of the night.”

A man announced and Amelia made her way towards the royal family, who looked like she was the one they were waiting for. Since they were all seated at a table, they fixed their gazes on her as she walked in and Amelia couldn’t help but feel small. She wished she could go back to her room and throw the blanket over her head. But she couldn’t do that since she was in front of the royals already. “Greetings, Your Majesty.” The princess made a filial bow to the King of Dustrich, stood up and did the same to the Queen. “Welcome, Princess Amelia.” The Queen said with a smile and motioned her to sit down.