The Royal Treatment Novels & Stories

Every time I step out from behind the screen, he and Mia scream like fans at a concert. Between outfits, I take breaks, sitting, eating, resting my body while Nina brings juice, snacks, and water without me asking. Kira B keeps snapping his fingers and saying, “Royal baby equals royal treatment. Sit, my lady.” By the time we finish, I feel like a doll, a queen, and a runway model all at once. Finally, Kira B gathers his team, blowing air kisses dramatically. “My lady, tomorrow… they won’t survive you,” he says, winking before strutting out with his entourage.

He used it well. My smile deepened as I leaned back in my seat, crossing one leg over the other, letting them all look at me and choke on their disbelief. When the tent was quiet again, I tilted my head, pretending to study my nails. "I suppose I should explain, before anyone here dies from shock." A few of the nobles stiffened further, clearly restraining themselves. "I'm a royal, after all," I said softly. "And I expect to be treated as one." That earned another wave of muttering—this time from Claire, whose sharp tongue never seemed to rest. She leaned forward, her face twisted in disdain.

Soon, Marie asked everyone to fix their things and got ready for their snacks but commanded them not to get any foods first. “George Certhan.” Marie called the royal highnesses wanted not to use any royal names to all the royal princes and princesses so, to establish that they like other common citizen to be treated like them as well not only for their positions but for their rights. “I would like to blindfold you for a while. Something is special today.”

Rose asked “I also don’t know,” After thirty minutes, we arrived at their pack's territory. We’ve entered a trail of trees, I can smell the wind change and the number of wolves. As we go along I can see a big old stone mansion. “The palace used to be bigger than that, “ Caleb said, “After the human war it was destroyed and this is what is left,” he said. “It was also the same incident that moved the different titles for royals like us. But my people still call my father King and I, the prince,”

So I have to give it to them, the dress was pretty, and it had a really beautiful slit by the side. I put it on, and then I accessoried it with jewleries. After that, I put on a low heel, because I didn't want the stress of a really high one. Then I did a light make up, before I brushed my hair. The moment I dropped my brush on the dresser table, the door to my room was pulled open, and Royal walked in. He was dressed in a black blazer. I would have said he looked nice but that was more like an everyday look, and he always looked nice.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

No way was I living in the cold permanently. “Forgive us if we seem rude, your Highness. We have never met a Royal before and don’t know the protocols upon which to greet or talk to you. If we have disfavored you in any way, we are sorry.” Kytar said with a deep waist bow. “You are forgiven, but please leave me to spend time with my mates.” I say curtly, trying to act like a royal. “Yes your Majesty,” they both said and gave a slight bow, walking away. I watch them talk in short tones, pointing, and looking back at me. I didn’t understand why.

He ignored me and continued his little spiel. “When you meet anyone from the royal family, be sure to bow your head to them with your hand crossed in front of your chest. Since you are all of Alpha blood, you hold equal rank to all of them except for the King, Queen, and Crown Prince, so a full bow is not required unless in the presence of one of those three. Also, all members of the royal family are to be addressed with the title of ‘Prince’, or ‘Princess’ for their mates, even if they are not in the direct line for the throne. The King and Queen are, obviously, addressed by those titles, and the Crown Prince by his.” I swallowed, nodding my head. It was a lot to remember—the titles, the bo

"Show some respect." "I am," Buck insisted, finally conquering his tie. "I'm just saying, this is weird for all of us. One minute we're normal Academy students, the next we're about to be royal-adjacent. And our new stepsister is the girl who's going to rule the kingdom someday." In the royal dining room, King Alexander was personally inspecting the table settings, a rare action that made the servants exchange surprised glances. The King was known for his attention to diplomatic details, but family dinners had never warranted such scrutiny before.