Your Majesty Is Annoying Novels & Stories

"You're trying to decide if it's worth it to fight me... or if it's better to just do as I say." Cassandra felt a surge of anger at his presumption, slapping his hand away from her body as she glared up at him. "Don't touch me," she hissed, taking a step back. "And don't assume you know what I'm thinking. I haven't decided anything yet." Marcus chuckled, the sound dark and mocking. "Of course you haven't," he agreed, but there was a undercurrent of cruelty to his voice. "But you will. And when you do... you'll come crawling back to me."

A shiver fills me; how I can manage to break my own heart by repeating words parroted by another must be a skill. “Perhaps we tone down on the politeness, your majesty. It is making me feel foolish.”

“I've got more important things to worry about.” He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his own mouth. Normally, he'd have been able to hide his real feelings a little better. But something about that morning, with the news of his father's surgery, had given him distinct confidence in the face of Magdalena. He wanted to get her riled up. He wanted to make her squirm, like she had been doing to him for years and years. “When you say things like that, you sound more like a commoner than you do royalty,” she said. “You're brash and unrefined. Not fit to be a prince.”

Anaia’s fingers were etched on the back of her hand. “ I’ve heard great things about you, your majesty, I’m champing at the bit. I wish we could chew the fat but I’m afraid I have another meeting to catch back at Valiant. I’ll see you around your majesty.” Mauve responds with yet another forced smile tilting her head on the side. Just as Anaia turns away Sephie whispers to Mauve’s ears. “Not much of a talker are you?” her thick English accent mocking Anaia.

Throwing the irritating tape and the long-sleeved t-shirt on the floor, I enjoyed some fresh air touching my wounds. Roaming around in my room in my spegady, I enjoyed my 2 hrs of break. Putting on some relaxing music, I laid down on the sofa and closed my eyes. But who said I will find my peace. Cause his blue eyes were again intruding my sleep. Knock What now? I groaned in irritation. Knock "Lin! Your majesty called for you!!" Of course, your majesty has no other work but to irritate me to death.

I quickly turn to where it had come from until my eyes settles on Rosemary’s maiden. “Your majesty , why are you ALL THE WAY OUT HERE?!!!” she yells ridiculously loud. “This is my kingdom , and I can do wherever I damn please…and why the fuck are you yelling?!!!” I scream at her , absolutely enraged by her. “I am so sorry Your Majesty!! But I am having some trouble hearing today!” she shouts out , but not as loud as before. She seems to look a bit nervous – her forehead begins to drip with sweat , she keeps on biting her lush lips. Maybe she is just embarrassed that I had yelled at her?

DAMON "I told you to stop biting your lower lip like you're flirting. That's not your style." If only she knew the effect that had on me, she would probably think I'm a crazy person in need of medication. "Um, well, no, I mean, I'm used to it. I apologize, Your Majesty, if my appearance doesn't meet your standards. It won't happen again." I pressed my lips together, restraining myself from getting closer. She looks cute when she’s angry. Every word she utters carries a hint of annoyance, probably because I keep mentioning her supposed ugliness.

"Watch what I do. You would need to do so in the coming days. If you get it right,you may not be punished, but if you don't, you will face the full music of my wrath." He told her and watched her nod her head. "I would also be pleased if you speak out. Whenever you need to answer me, you say 'Yes sir' or 'Yes master." He told her. Leila nodded again. He looked sideways at her and raised his eyebrows. Leila was quick to correct herself and muttered a feeble 'Yes master'. "Yes. That's it, my girl." He mentioned and began to remove the cufflinks on the cuffs of his sleeves. He placed them on the jacket that was placed carefully on the cabinet.

"And you're not a guest here either, so you have to obey me." "Okay! I'll clean, your highness." I said, unable to stop myself from frowning and I even slightly bowed to him because he's so bossy. Then he'll just snort at me and leave. "That guy's attitude is annoying, he's so bossy. You won't have a girlfriend if you're that grumpy!" I said angrily when Raizen was no longer in front of me. "What else can I do but clean, Aza, the majesty's order, the grumpy prince." I said, which made me look around the whole mansion.

No royal nonsense, just straight-up. I blinked, startled. It sounded so simple. So… casual. But it wasn’t. Nothing about this was casual. I felt as if my throat totally dried out as I straightened up in my chair. I couldn’t help fidgeting my hands on my lap. “I’m sorry, but...I just can’t. I mean… Your Majesty, I can’t drop the formal stuff. You’re basically the face of the whole Lycan royal scene. Calling you anything else would be... I dunno, like painting a crown on a housecat."