The Royal Tutor Fanfic 소설 & 이야기

“Of course,” Queen Yarrow said, “details like training successors aren't left to chance. The king and I already had arrangements made for a royal tutor, assuming that I would get pregnant one day. I'll connect you both with him. Hopefully, you can get started right away.” “So?” I asked the judge. How exactly does this work? What do you mean? She asked, looking quizzically at me. “I mean, what do I do with myself? Where do I go from here? When does all of this happen now?”

It was clear that the boy wanted to be productive. "You can get an education at Virtus Scolaris. I will sponsor your education if you want, but I do not want you because you are qualified to become a royal partner. I want you because you're capable of being my spouse," Sidastir said casually. "How can I possibly qualify for that?" said the boy and frowned. He leaned forward and grabbed the boy's cheek. Sidastir kissed him; they could not help but enjoy the heat that radiated from them. The boy did not move; Sidastir thought that the boy's reaction was pale and wondered if he was as well. He stopped the kiss and leaned back, but the boy only frowned at Sidastir.

Daniel had helped him paid his debts, covered his school fees, bought him an apartment, changed his wardrobe, and even gave him a monthly allowance. Their relationship was a secret no one else could know about. Daniel was from a royal family, the prince of the country they lived in, Avanguard. Raine stood up from the bed and limped slightly toward the bathroom. He bathed, got dressed, and changed the soiled bedsheets. He went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for himself. His mind was far away from what he was doing, and he considered skipping class that morning. He served himself, then sat on the couch and began eating while scrolling through TikTok on his phone. He kept scrolling, laug

The King observed this display with a mixture of pride and resignation. “My daughters,” he said, as though presenting a collection of wildflowers he noticed had overgrown the garden. “And the boy, Tristan. He’s a foundling, but the late Queen insisted.” He smiled, then sighed. “The tutors try. Most last a week. The dance master made it three days before he climbed the yew tree and refused to come down.” Alix wasn’t sure what the right word was for this in his report. He settled on ‘undisciplined’.

He ordered: “Tell me about the teachers who have taught me. I want to know more about them.” Reed Jace bowed respectfully and began: “Fourth prince, your music teacher is Raphael Gray. He is known as the ‘Immortal Musician’ because of his exceptional talent. His music can captivate people and even move nature.” Leo Grant continued: “Your chess teacher is Samuel Brooke, a renowned master with the title ‘Chess King.’ He has defeated numerous chess players from neighboring countries. Each of his games is a work of art.”

When she stalled, he waved to the gallery, “they’re all aware of it.” “She came to my house high and reeking of marijuana. She wasn’t good enough for him.” “You lied though. Right?” “Yes.” She straightened her spine. “You couldn’t control Royal as well as Prince though. Right? Royal was, still is, much closer to his father than his mother. They have more in common. You couldn’t interfere as much in his life as Prince’s? He would send you home when you tried to interfere. In fact, the situation with the girl came to light in senior year of high school and Royal opted to stay on campus for college. Right?”

She gushed making Elva giggle. "You're laughing at me?? You're so mean!" She frowned. "But did you really mention falling in love?" Elva teased and she innocently wobbled her head, ignorant of her best friend's taunting tone. "Yeah. You know I've never really met a real boy in my life... Well except those ugly hawky princes, the royal guards, the elderly palace workers and Master Augustine." By the way, Master Augustine was the princess's only male tutor who taught linguistics....and hell, he was waaaaay over sixty!

I promised. He leaned in, checking to see if any students were watching. When he was sure the path was clear, he stole a quick kiss. It tasted like mint and chocolate. "If you need anything–anything at all–you text me, okay? I don't care if I'm in the middle of a combat drill." "I will," I lied, forcing a smile. I watched him walk away toward the gym. He was a Royal Beta. A protector. Could someone who kissed me with that much tenderness really be planning my ruin?

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

He was currently teaching me stuff that was more suited for children who were older than me. “I am impressed with how you are progressing in your studies. Your magic is above average as well. I wonder if you were able to do this before, why didn’t you?” My tutor was currently looking through assignments he gave me with pleased eyes. I felt satisfied that he was impressed with how I was doing. But it wasn’t enough. Everything had to be better than everyone. “I was too focused on getting attention from people who will never give it to me.” I was currently looking through a book that had information on the different kingdom with the different royal families and noble families. Over the two mont