Your Majesty Is Annoying Novels & Stories

"It sounds… entertaining." A low hum of anticipation settled beneath my calm exterior, subtle but present, like a predator that had just caught the scent of something rare. "You are doing it for fun, aren’t you, Your Majesty?" I shrugged, unconcerned, though the movement carried an effortless dominance, as if even indifference bent to my will. "Don’t you think it is? You should compete with her sometime. I want to see who is—" "Absolutely not. You are insulting me." "My apologies, Mr. Beta." I smirked, dark and deliberate, the curve of my lips carrying just enough mockery to provoke without crossing the line. "She simply… fascinates me."

"His majesty wouldn't like that. He's given his orders, which was to wear you this." Majesty? "Well, fuck you and your majesty!" She snapped the roped on the pink robe she wore, knotting it properly before pushing them out of her way and storming out to go find the lunatic.

- You are a commoner! - I know... I am not of royal blood but you said it with disdain! - Lord, Oh! You are against me because I said it with disdain... - That's a bit like it... Mirabelle looked at her with wide eyes and Kaya pretended not to notice her... She was going to make an effort but then... She was exhausted for now... - Majesty, I need your signature. And your parents are trying to reach you...

He clearly states, "Yes! We all know that the Raphbarg Kingdom is one of the strongest militaries, and proposing a war against them is such an insolence act!" Unable to contain himself, Majesty Dyrroth's head explodes as he roars out, "you all are arrogant! The audacity of all of you to insult me with no shame is utterly ridiculous!" Before he could say another sentence, troops arrived in the room without giving proper notice of their coming and disturbance. They bow at the Majesty while they keep calm despite knowing the Majesty's foul mood. "Where are your manners, rascals!" Majesty Dyrroth exclaims, gritting his teeth tightly.

“Where’s your lover boy? Tell him to show his face! “I want to kill you! I’ll tear you to pieces! “I’m looking right at you…” I jerked my head back. Amid the crowded street, I couldn’t find that silhouette anywhere. However, the malicious gaze on me was hard to ignore. The malice radar went off. In the distance, a man with a baseball cap stood among the crowd. A terrifying, ink-red 5000 pulsed above his head. It was Cameron, and his malice value had soared to 5,000. Something in his hand glinted in the sunlight.

I sighed, “I am overwhelmed by the joys of royalty. I might faint from the abundance of… fancy nonsense.” The maids immediately moved closer, as if preparing to catch me in case I theatrically collapsed. Sugar bit back a laugh. Gregor looked like he wanted to strangle us both. Inside, I was screaming for fried chicken. Outside, I was Margaux the Magnificent—sassy, spoiled, and absolutely unbearable.

“Hmmm what if something happened, he could have given me a heads up or something or even tag me along, this is madly annoying. I need to make one of this maid my friend I need to talk to someone one, how can they just bend there head and parade around without wanting to gist or play games. Boring cunts, I bet that's why they are servants, they must really love their job till the extent that they won't tolerate even a single gist with me, Aiden's mistress.” “I have never been so rich and jobless before, I am not even rich I am just enjoying my own share .I feel like a furniture in the Kardashian's

But this…it can’t be real. “Oh, forgive me, you—r majesty, I guess.” I paused, expecting all of us to burst into laughter at the silly joke. The laugh never came. Only stern looks from everyone around. “You’ve got to be kidding me, this really isn’t some twisted movie?” Their stares hardened. The minion stepped forward, staring daggers at me. “Your majesty, let me teach this girl a lesson.” The supposed majesty stopped him and focused on me. “You need a job?”

"You called me, your majesty" I scoffed, looks like they have been in some sort of fight or quarrel with the way he is emphasizing on 'your majesty'. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°

“You almost scared me to death. Don’t scream like that.” “I am sorry. Your mother is just excited,” Jasmine answered and smiled broadly, but her father was silent and his eyes gazed at His Majesty almost every second. There was anger and complaint in his eyes. He can not get over the shock Majesty has given them. That man actually has taken advantage of their troubles.