The Royal Tutor Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Books I used to stare at from afar in the Thornspire Pack library, knowing I’d never be allowed to touch them. “My King…” My voice cracked into a small, pathetic sound. It wasn't clear to me why I cried so easily these days. He pressed a kiss to my temple. “Accept them.” “It’s too much.” “It isn’t.” Rael cupped my face, forcing my teary gaze to lock onto his. “I’m providing you with access to education. You may attend the royal classes whenever you’re ready.” My knees almost gave out, but he caught me by the waist, steadying me as if I weighed nothing.

I ask, standing. Atwood frowns and shakes his head sternly. “You’ve done nothing but create trouble for yourself at the Lycan Academy since you started,” he says. The disappointment in his voice is palpable, and it makes my heart race even faster. Despite all of this, and despite my plans to escape, I admit that Atwood is extremely handsome -- even more so when he’s angry -- and I can’t stop myself from becoming a little wet at the thought. “I’ll be arranging a tutor for you soon,” he says as he turns back to the open door. “In the meantime, continue attending your lessons with the Queen.”

“She was leading a younger man to a bedroom and they seemed quite... eager.” Sabrina's cheeks burned as she spoke and she wondered if she should have even brought it up. She worried she may have overstepped her bounds. Winston looked over his shoulder before leaning in close to Sabrina. “Now I know what you saw. And you were correct, when you thought you saw the Queen.” He drew in a slow, measured breath before continuing. “The man she was with is her lover and no, it's not the king.” “What?” Sabrina said, her voice echoing down the hall.

It was an expression of someone who knew more than they were willing to be responsible for. "I have been trying to find the right words," he said. "Try the true, honest ones," I said. "I am done waiting for the right ones." He looked at me for a long moment. As if I was being studied, or maybe I was. Then he exhaled and looked away toward the tree line beyond the outer wall. "When you and I were in the training session," he said, "and you reached into the deeper layer, the thread below the Royal power… What you touched was not part of your lineage."

I ask seeping with discontent. "Until for some reason about ten years back you decide it's time. They've become interesting and now you start acting like a king. And after twenty years of not having a ruler and some of the first things they see of you is your fiddle..." He says such sauce. I roll my eyes, "You're probably right, which I say in dismay, but right now I can't seem to care." I say with a sarcastic smile. "Now, what do you want?" I demand, irked by this consult.

His dark hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and he had a serious look on his face. I closed my eyes for a second, and suddenly I was ten years old again. We were covered in mud and berry juice, hiding in the hollow of an oak tree while the tutors searched for us. "I'm going to be the King one day, Rowan," I had whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs. "And you'll be my Knight. You have to promise you'll marry me. That way, we never have to be apart." Rowan had laughed, that bright, bell-like sound I hadn't heard in an eternity. "I promise, Jules. I’ll be your Knight, and I’ll be your husband. Always."

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?”

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?”

“Right. Sure. Except… I happen to like this small, coastal town. I love this cove and the views. I can’t really afford to live here, but I’m willing to make concessions.” This has him perking up. “That’s precisely what I was hoping you would say. What you’re in need of is cash flow. What I’m in need of is a surrogate. For the royal heir,” he repeats. He rests an elbow on the table between us. Leans forward. Stares into my eyes again as he slowly extends his hand toward me and his fingertips graze my temple while he brushes away a plump, blonde curl that’s escaped my low ponytail. My breath catches in my throat. My nipples tighten behind the cups of my bra. My skin tingles.

The king said. “I beg your pardon?” I said, staring at the king. “Yes, Miquel. Demetrius will be your royal tutor from now on. He has been in this land for years, so he knows the royal etiquette he ought to teach you” he finalized. “I will try my best, your majesty” He came in and bowed. I remembered him telling me when I just got into this Capital that he was going to show me hell if he ever got the chance to teach me. What was my reply? I tried to recollect. “Why would I allow a mannerless and annoying man like you to teach me in the first place? You had shot back at him. Isidora jokes.