Novel & Cerita The Royal Treatment

It is not okay to treat everyone else as if they are beneath you. "I do not expect anything of you. There is a curse on the royal line. You have not heard of it because we never speak of it. It states that we remain celibate until we find the one destined for us. The curse is also part blessing as it keeps us from having bastard children everywhere. It is also a curse as we cannot marry for political gain. We can only marry for the love of the one that is meant to be ours." He says giving me a decent smile.

We continued to work together, to support each other and to face the challenges that arose in our path. The royal ceremonial was a world apart, with strict rules and protocols that governed every aspect of life at court. For someone like me, who grew up in a completely different reality, dealing with these formalities was a real test of fire. Every movement, every gesture, every word we uttered was carefully observed and analyzed by the most conservative members of royalty. It was like dancing on a tightrope, trying to balance our true essence with the expectations imposed by the court. I quickly learned that the slightest breach in protocol could trigger gossip and intrigue, creating an atm

he continued, "Get back 'ere. Do you have any idea what some would pay for her kind? Or even just for proof one of them survived?" The other two who remained looked at him sceptically, but the first took out his phone, which flashed brightly with the sound of a camera shutter a moment later. "Are you mad?!" one of the others said, "You want to try and catch a bloody Royal?!" and the first shrugged, "Well, she doesn't seem all that tough, does she? Probably weak, from being on the run and all."

“When I asked for the whole story, this was the last thing I expected you to lay at my feet.” “It’s a lot, I know.” “A princess. It’s such a strange word on my tongue.” She chuckled. “Are you saying I can’t pull it off? You haven’t seen me in a ballgown or a crown.” He laughed. “No. I definitely can see you in that. It’s just shocking to be dating royalty—and even more shocking learning how you were treated. I want to be fascinated by who you are, but I can't dissociate how you were treated. I don’t know what to say about your parents’ behaviour.”

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.

he bowed and began booking a cab from his cell phone. Minutes turned to an hour before Beta Sam arrived with the royal chef. I stepped into the car, and so did she. “Royal chef!!!” I mentioned, having no atoms of a smile on my face. One would think I was so sad that I would chop off a head, but all was camouflage. I have to be mean, so everyone around me will take things seriously. She bowed to me. “His majesty sent for me….” “I did!” I brought out the bottle and handed it to her. “Do you have any idea what has been going on in the palace recently?”

They were going to share the coffee henceforth. The surprise she gave him last night was the best of his life. And when asked why she put that much effort in making it happen, she told a Royal like him deserved it. They were a Royal couple and their consummation had to have the sparks of Royalty all over. He loved her thoughts and kissed her again which turned out to be more than a kiss and their hot coffee was left forgotten on the table away for another hour. Who cared? *****************

It wasn't a mean smile—it was almost amused. She took a step back, giving me my space. "Fine. Have it your way for now. But you should know something about Ironmaw, Princess. Royal is Royal here. We don't do things halfway." She folded her arms over her chest, her eyes sparkling with a sudden, blunt edge. "If the Alpha says you’re to be treated as a Queen, then that’s what happens. And in this house, that includes the staff cleaning the very shit from your ass if that's what's required. We don't mind the mess."

“I don't think I’ve ever heard you curse before” “Sorry it’s become a habit. I’ve been on my phone too long” “Good thing I’m here, I’m your one day only escort to today’s shopping spree. Apparently, it’s some sort of royal treatment” I stared at him, disbelief swirling with irritation. “Royal treatment? Shopping?”

Then someone knocked on his door, "Y-Your highness, are you alright?! There are loud noises coming from your room." Russel stopped himself from further going crazy and had opened the door for the maid. "…what gives you the right to disturb me right now?" The maid was intimidated by the Prince and had slowly taken a few step away. "I-I apologize, your highness. Please forgive me." She immediately bowed down to the Prince and tried to escape but she was instead pulled inside the room. "How can I ever forgive such sin you have done! Disturbing a member of the Royal Family is a GRAVE SIN!" He began to scold her.