The Royal Treatment Novels & Stories

He did not want her to take them seriously so he could only indirectly tell her she only needed to please him and not his family. " Come,let's go. They are waiting for us." he said, helping her down . The two then intertwined their hands together giving the message that they were a couple to whoever saw them. The first thing Miranda noticed after stepping down was the kindness of the place. even the passerways screamed of opulence. She also noticed people in uniform, the uniform she could recognize even in her dreams. Her grandfather made her memorise everything about the royal family. From the rules to the different ranks and uniform for each and every rank of royal workers. For example, th

Cassia’s Pov We were finishing the dressing of the brunch table for the royals when the doors burst open, and a shrill female voice rang out, “What do you mean he’s not coming down? How long will he ignore the issue of his dead brother?” The maids and I immediately formed the "courtesy formation." I remembered learning that this was a sign of respect for high-ranking officials or royalty—positioning ourselves at the edges of the room, either individually or together.

If she could have, I was sure she’d have thrown on a black veil and slipped quietly out of sight; it suited her brooding nature perfectly. It finally dawned on me what had been troubling them. Guilt pricked at me for not realizing sooner. Smiling softly, I reassured them, “You don’t have to worry about the price. Everything here was a gift from Her Majesty.” “What?” Lyra and Freya gasped, their eyes growing wide. “N-no way! These are far too pricey—we can’t possibly accept such expensive gifts." To ease their nerves, I playfully shot them a wink and teased, “Come on, don’t be so modest. This is how the royal family rolls, remember? Her Majesty wouldn’t dream of welcoming guests with items fr

The words almost tumbled out of my lips but I held them back. “Have you started treatment?” I asked, my voice sounding cold and unmoved. The royal healer stared at me, but he looked away immediately and trembled, “yes your highness, I have commenced treatment immediately… but…” “Enough! Continue the treatment and ensure you do it right. If her condition gets worse, your head will roll.” “Your Highness!” The healer screeched and I showed him out of my office. I rose from my seat as soon as he exited.

“Nobody misses the palace barbecue.” That reminded me… I looked around the room. “Okay… seriously.” Every conversation slowed. “What is this Royal Ribbon?” The silence that followed lasted only a heartbeat. Then… Raiden smiled into his coffee. “It’s memorable.” Zayden nodded his head once. “Oh, definitely unforgettable.” Roman folded his arms across his chest. “It’s one of the oldest traditions in the kingdom.” “People talk about it for years,” Ronan added. Kael tried to hide his grin behind his mug. Ryker suddenly became very interested in the television. I narrowed my eyes. “None of you are actually answering my question.”

“Well, they better be ready, because I’m about done carrying them. Eight months and counting—this queen is ready to abdicate.” I shook my head, still smiling. “You say that now, but tomorrow you’ll be the one spoiling them rotten.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Spoiling them with what, exactly? Endless massages and your terrible dad jokes?” I puffed out my chest proudly. “Exactly that. Plus unlimited cuddles and embarrassing baby clothes. It’s part of the royal treatment.” “Great,” she said with a fake groan. “So basically, I’m just being set up to be the human mattress.”

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

Mercy tells me which territory each Royal is from. When we make it to the table, the first Royal introduces himself, "Welcome to the Mate Gala. I am Tribrid King Coolidge, and this is Tribrid Queen Olivia. May I get your full name?" "Hazel Grace Jones. It's an honor to meet you both." King Coolidge writes my name on the top of peach-colored parchment paper. His handwriting is stylish and classic. "Likewise. We hope you have a wonderful time tonight." Queen Olivia slides the paper to the next Royal after she writes on it below my name and gives me a warm smile.

“You don’t have a boyfriend, and there’s no one else you’re interested in. So why not me? Back in Rome, I didn’t say anything because your uncle was there. But from now on, I’m going to chase after you seriously—no more holding back.” Emily was taken aback, unsure of what to say. “Jackson, you…” “Enough,” Jackson cut her off. “Neither Nathan nor Vincent ever truly chased after you, did they? Well, get ready, Emily. You’re about to experience the royal treatment. You’ll feel like a princess.” Before Emily could protest, Jackson lifted her up in his arms, twirling her in the air with a mischievous grin. Emily squealed, startled by the sudden movement. “Jackson,