The Royal Tutor Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Have you not asked why the High Lord made that decision?” Leonis? Kieran? The names echoed in my mind and my eyes widened slightly as the realization dawned on me, remembering that time I was on break with Morris and Delaney. “Right, you said there is royalty studying in Kozen Akademis?” I questioned and took a bite at a muffin that they brought me from the Kitchen. “Yeah,” she answered and raised her hand. “The Crown Prince of Winacellu and the Dorm Leader of Faenice, His Royal Highness—”

A tutor awaited them, tall and severe, her dark gown sweeping the floor as she turned to face the girls. “You are not here to be yourselves,” the tutor said coldly. “You are here to become what the King desires. Every detail matters—the way you stand, the way you smile, the way your eyes follow a room. From this moment forward, you will practice restraint and grace until they are second nature.”

he whisper under his breathe his voice holds anger My face brighten with a smile "Am the new stylist for the prince...." As I gaze to see his reaction. "I hope we get along" "What?" Adam asked, shocked while the prince murmured "It. can't. be.". With a gritted teeth. I just stood on my feet smiling like a fool. ****

“Not to mention, the two additions to the royal family.” He catches on quick. I smile up at him. He laughs, softly. “I’d be wholly taken by your brilliance, if your beauty didn’t captivate me so damn much.” I flutter my lashes. “Does that mean we have an accord, My Lord?” He snickers. “Tell me you know I’ll never deny you without telling me you know I’ll never deny you.” “Such a smart king,” I murmur as I go up on tiptoe to kiss him.

"Did they say what it was about?" Luke shook his head. "They didn't mention anything, but I noticed they seemed troubled. I'm not sure if they're dealing with some sort of problem." Rafael frowned. "A problem? With their family? Why would they have trouble solving it?" Trevor was the Royal Tutor, with connections that surpassed even Rafael's as the Hell Monarch. Regardless, with distinguished guests arriving, their plans for the day—whether it was Richspire Peak or anywhere else—were clearly off the table.

Emerson scoffed, “I don’t think you shall be much of a help considering you won’t even get married. If you did then we could have formed an alliance with a kingdom with which ours could prosper.” “Emmy!” Erwin snarled. “I am sorry, it is the heat of the game.” I dismissed his apology with a wave and asked the tutor to continue, after a round of forty questions I was declared the winner. The governess was called in next who looked surprised why she was called in today considering her lessons with the boys were over years back and I was out of my leading strings only months ago, “What is it, young royals?”

"You're going to shock the entire royal court. There's no doubt about that." "I know, don't remind me." I grumbled. "It's bad enough just thinking about how the students are going to be. I don't even want to think about the stupid royal politics right now… It'll probably drive me insane and tempt me too much into running away again." "Now we certainly can't have that, can we?" he teased, trailing his fingertip lightly up my arm. "There's still so much for us to do, so much for me to teach you."

“He’s late.” “Do I look bad?” A step toward her. “You look like a prince. From a book.” A pause, the umbrella covering her face again. Through the green plastic and large googly frog eyes, he could see her chewing her lip. “What’d he say, your tutor?” “That you killed a girl. But your dad was the king with a ton of money he stole so you never got in trouble and that girl’s family still cries because they miss their princess.” “Wow—”

Creating an illusion to the others as a deep kiss. Riona frowned, nevertheless, she smiled. ******* It has been two weeks since the king's death. On the day of Vincent's coronation as king, his men, Stan, and two more came to her room with a message from the king. ‘Roses are red, Tulips are blue, Minerva–you are one of a kind. I wish you the best in your studies at the hunters' academy.’ “You won't see the king from now on,” Stan had said to her. His voice, so blunt and hard as he ushered her out of the castle.

Antheia concluded but Jane smiled weakly. “My sister led the pack since the death of her arranged royal Alpha. He was not her mate.” Jane replied and Antheia looked at her, no matter how much she wanted to conceal her surprised reaction, it was still evident in her widened eyes. Sure, she was told about such a situation already before, that royal people have the capacity to be with anyone they want, or be arranged with someone they do not want, but she can not believe it that she would actually really hear a true story to it.