The Royal Treatment Novels & Stories

“And these must be our brides.” “Only one bride,” Jacob corrected with a small smile, pulling Cecil closer. “But she’s the most important one in the world today.” The owner’s eyes sparkled. “Then she will have nothing less than perfection.” From that moment, the treatment shifted from luxury to royal. "Alright, we'll leave them to you, Anna. We need to get going," Mason said before saying goodbye to Aria and Cecil. As soon as the guys leave, a plush private fitting room was prepared, champagne poured, and a team of seamstresses gathered like a court around their queen.

In a seat designated for royalty. How is this happening?

Men in royal servants' uniforms were standing in a line on the side. "Ladies and gentlemen, deep-down, we are all princes and princesses, and this is the perfect occasion to be treated like the royalty that you are. A dinner for two in a magical carriage, an exclusive menu prepared personally by chef Ingrid, and royal waiters to serve you in the best ways. Who will be the lucky one who will win it? We'll start with one hundred thousand dollars." "Do you want to have dinner with me there?" I blurted the words as I watched her smile at all the raised hands. My question took her by surprise. Well, it took everyone at our table by surprise. She took a deep breath regaining her composure.

The room is definitely beautiful. “Welcome to the royal palace, ” One of the women begins “This is going to be your room for the time being, and your performance would determine what becomes of you but as for now, we would treat you as guests, ” she paused to take in our expressions but I keep an expressionless face “A party is currently been held in honor of the late king as you already know. So you will be allowed the night to rest here. Your meals will be brought to you as well as a change of clothes, and tomorrow, a royal will receive you, ” she says, a smile still on her lips. If this is a dream, please I do not wish to wake up. I had imagined being tortured, forced to eat from the tras

The fear I felt and the noise I was hearing was making my headache, the friendly man walked to us with a young boy behind him who was lifting two beautiful golden crowns on a white pillow. He stood in front of us then gave a low bow. "Long live my king and queen," he said then got a beautiful crown that was engraved with all the most expensive stones and put it on the king's head, he bowed then got the smaller crown engraved with diamonds and put it on my head, then bowed and walked away with the young boy. "Long live the king and queen!" The people cheered loudly then kept quiet when the king lifted his hand. "Long live your Highness," one man in royal robes said, looking at the way he move

A lady walked up to the royals, her brown braided hair, swaying slightly behind her as she moved. “Greetings, your highness.” Helen bowed in respect to Prince Andrew, who said nothing in response. Excited to see her handmaid again, Amelia forgot about what she intended to say to the prince. “You are back!” she exclaimed. “Can we go back to my room? This robe is…” Helen cleared her throat and Amelia realized she was just about to forget her royal manners right in front of the prince. “I’ll lead the way, princess.” Amelia nodded and turned slightly to the prince, who stared at the two ladies in amusement.

And when she asked him again, his answer didn't change. "You are to be my Consort." A consort. His f**king Consort. Athena bit the insides of her cheeks and almost drew blood from it. With the contract already established between them, Athena didn't have any way out without facing a heavy price in trying to disobey the contract binded with magic. "What do you think of this dress, Consort?" Agatha, the maid who Alexander found to see through all her needs while staying in his house excitedly asked Athena didn't like being called 'Consort' but after staying in the mansion for two weeks and hearing that blasted word everyday, she could only force a smile and wish she could stab Alexander in the

He ordered. The prince is...." Prince Percy shut the announcer as he walked into the Royal castle of the Andersons. The royal castle is a 5-storey building that covers 13 acres. The castle has fifty rooms that include the royal ballroom, the meeting room for the king and ministers of the kingdom, the king's palace, a royal mall, royal dining, The royal rooms, the throne room, The king's office, the queen's room, and the royal emergency hospital. Percy ignored the royal bodyguards that followed him into the personal elevator made for the royals. He was there for a purpose and with the way he rushed out of the elevator when he got to the third floor, one would think he had come for a fight wit

“You are not in the position to judge them. Your family came with a customized limousine too.” My judgement stopped just the same time the car stopped. The driver stepped out first. Then another door opened. The King came down with an unexplainable aura. There was no way I could mistake him for anyone. I've seen him during elite gatherings and I've watched him closely. The Queen followed, composed, distant, her expression unreadable as usual. A ripple went through the students as our guests revealed themselves. So the very important guests were royals. English royals with a significant difference.

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.