The Royal Romance Novels & Stories

"You gave us such short notice to do this royal wedding, I don't know how we will get everything done in time," Master Monet said as he looked up to The King, sewing together his royal garment as he stood on a wooden stool. He watched as Killian looked down and raised an eyebrow. "But you have hired the best in the business, Master Emiliano Monet and Mistress Bernadette Romano will get anything done. You know we are Italian and French, we are the best of both worlds," He laughed.

“I'm here with you, my love.” Morgan didn't move. He closed his eyes against her hair. “Alex is here with you too.” I grabbed her hand. “Always, Princess.” King Damian kissed her again. “You have an entire Kingdom waiting for you.” His voice cracked. “But don't wake up for them.” Another kiss landed against her hair. “Wake up for yourself.” Fuck. I looked away and wiped my eyes. I'd spent my entire life hearing stories about the mate bond. How sacred it was.

> **PETITION TO ANNUL THE MARRIAGE OF LORENZO DIMITRI AND LORRIE ELMUNDO DIMITRI**> She looked up, her breath hitching in absolute disbelief. "What... what is this?" Lorenzo took the papers from her trembling hands, his expression instantly turning into a mask of pure ice. The petitioner wasn't Cassandra. It wasn't Bianca, and it wasn't a rival mafia syndicate. It was signed with absolute authority by the **Royal Council of Arden**. The specific reason stated beneath the official crest made Lorrie's heart stop: > *Princess Aurora cannot legally remain married to Lorenzo Dimitri until her royal succession is determined.*>

“Here’s what I can say based on what you just said to me. I think Rome is selfish. For someone like him who said he loved you not less than a month ago, I think his proposal is for you not to marry someone else.” “You think so?” It did not cross my mind. She nodded. “And for the last time, Princess. Think about your own happiness. You might have accomplished something in your life as Princess Royal, but how about your personal fulfillment? Will that man satisfy your need? Can he make you truly happy? I think not. Your heart will always belong to Rome.” “What should I do, Heera?”

Aura asked Khalid softly as the royal driver approached. “Not yet,” he replied curtly. “Run along. I’ll come by later.” She nodded, hurt flashing in her eyes, and entered the car alone. The palace loomed in the distance, stoic and cold. The ride there felt like a funeral procession. In the royal car, Khalid stole glances at Isabella, the scent of her still lingering in his memory. Her skin, her sighs… the way she clung to Karl like he was her savior. He clenched his jaw.

“I don’t care what anyone says but they are endgame.” “Kieran might be royalty, but Adrien? He worships him.” “This is the slow-burn gay palace drama I didn’t know I needed.” "They have got more chemistry in one glance than he ever had with Celeste.” “I ship Adrien and Kieran so hard, it’s embarrassing.” The royal staff had tried to bury those photos, and taken them off from every official website but people are too quick when it comes to things that do not have anything to do with them. I didn't know they would have every picture of us saved.

– Lorena says, making everyone laugh. She had started responding to Romeo as she responded to everyone. She had completely lost the subservience of a blood slave. The party begins with a toast, and everyone is served alcoholic drinks except pregnant people. - I never expected to receive a royalty in my pack. Much less did I expect that my father's chosen mate would be part of royalty. – he says, raising his glass to Delilah, who makes a gesture devaluing her title of princess. – even if you haven’t used the title for many years, you’re still a princess. You were the second strongest vampire for many years, but you lost that status to your brother's children. It turns out that at this moment,

He wasn’t interested in the royal affairs nor did he want to be King recent events involving Rose, he knew he had to take things more seriously. Despite this, Prince Ron wasn’t all that worried. He drew comfort from the thought of his beloved whom he missed the most. He missed staring at his handsome face. He missed his kisses. He missed his touch. He missed everything. Lost in these memories and emotions, Prince Ron failed to notice the subtle drift of dark smoke that silently filled the room. Curiously aromatic with a hint of lavender, it carried a mysterious element that swiftly enveloped him, lulling him into a sudden and deep slumber.

Ethan's eyes were absorbed, immersed in each note, his delicate features and carefree demeanor creating a perfect picture. Suddenly, Raphael Gray felt a pang of nostalgia, remembering Victoria Everglow, a former consort and childhood friend. Sadly, they were destined to be apart. Raphael's eyes grew distant as he recalled the past: "The Fourth Prince truly resembles his mother," Raphael suddenly exclaimed, his voice warm but tinged with sadness. "Sadly, Consort Victoria was talented but short-lived." The music stopped abruptly. Ethan looked up at Raphael, surprised, his eyes wide open: "Isn't my mother Empress Vivienne Starfall?"

The anchor’s voice was excited, almost giddy. “…and in a moment we’ll be going live to the official engagement announcement between Crown Prince Daniel Knight and Lady Betty Calavarn…” Raine sat up straighter. Cole reached for the remote, but Raine grabbed his wrist. “Wait.” The camera panned across the opulent hall packed with dignitaries, flashing cameras, and smiling elites. Daniel stood tall in a tailored black suit, looking every inch the future king. Betty was beside him in a stunning red gown that hugged her curves, her hand resting possessively on his arm. She beamed at the crowd.