Your Majesty Novels & Stories

“Hmm, my son, the prince is in Veirsalles. Surely, you know what that means do you?” The young lord raised his head up as his father sat amply at the back of his horse. He gave his father a clever look as if noting an understanding of what his father had just said. “Do not forget though, His Majesty seems to be fond of the princess. Her virtue is the one thing he wants to remain untouched,” Midas firmly reminded him intimidating his son in response. “You know I want her father, and Garlow is the only one standing between that thought and her,” Cain replied while crossing his arms.

For she was losing her mind and it was all your Majesty's fault. ................................................... Innocence us not spoken but felt, Just like a rainbows beauty is seen not heard. ....................................................

Maria My eyes fell on Declan, confusion plastered on my face. Majesty? Did the housekeeper just call him ‘Your Majesty?’ Declan’s eyes settled on mine, he didn't blink, nor did he deny the greeting or explain to me. He gave me time to let it all sink in. Your Majesty? Josh wasn't surprised either, instead, he was looking at me, his brows furrowed, he leaned in to whisper something to Declan but Declan ignored him.

I was with Drizzel, not Pearl Gem. Majesty Corp was structured with reason. Every Royal House had a department within it. Yet at the end of each day, no decision was final without my approval. That’s where the title “Majesty” came into play. “I will head in now, Kade,” Drizzel said, snapping me out of my thoughts as we stopped before the opulent reception. She wore a bright smile, still giggling from our morning intimacy. It had been a long time since I touched her that way but all of it had stemmed from a hunger I felt for someone else.

But I didn't stay long under the shelter before the force from Majesty brought me marching forward. Each step I took brought me closer to a pure feeling I had never once experienced. It was new, different, and powerful. Slowly, I went down on my knees before the body and rested her head on my lap to see her face. As though the moon goddess was aware, a thunderstorm struck, the lightning giving me a glimpse of her face. At that moment, Majesty wriggled again, and the sacred word came, at last. " Mate." It was unbelievable. A time like this was never expected, especially not tonight when all hope is lost.

- "I don't force you to call me Excellency, it's very medieval. Call me the same way you call the Kings and Queens of your Empire. Moreover, if I may say so, you have a higher status than mine. You are an Empress and I am only a King" - "I can't approve what you just certified. Certainly, I am an Empress, but Edios counts 900 million inhabitants and my Empire barely 90 million. Nevertheless, I think that our visions of status are not the same, but we will address the subject during our meeting. And about the Empire, my people call me: Majesty or Madam. So choose the term with which you are most comfortable," she replied.

Then, she sighed. When Nevea wanted to spin around and return to the main house, she heard loud footsteps approaching her. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Nevea tilted her head, her temple marred with a frown. Why would someone yell your majesty at Zach's place? It wasn't like the king lived here with Zach. "Your Majesty, I am here to—"

His harsh gaze snapped at me. I smiled and sat on the edge of the mattress, "You were saying something, His Majesty." I smirked as I spoke. He couldn't rule over me. I wasn't part of his territory. Though my feelings and the voice of my heart were the opposite of what I was doing right now. He jerked at his tie, staring at me. He unfastened his cufflinks and strode toward me. I narrowed my eyes at him, "Stop," My smile faded when I witnessed his dark smile. He shook his head, "You shouldn't do this. We are going to give them an heir," He said, intensely.

I hold him tightly, even though my arms are burning. " you know what? we got candy today because I cleaned up really well!" he tells me proudly. "Good job, my sweetheart. I'm proud of you." Elhoïme watches us with his usual serious expressions, arms crossed. He has that look of a boy who already wants to be a man, even though he's only ten. "We need to hurry," he says. "you're tired, right?" I nod, a sad smile at the corner of my lips. "always, but I'll be fine."

Imperial, Robert Krisnov's Mansion Inside the mansion, everyone was busy these past few days all for the sake of Angel Lin's twentieth birthday. There were just so many things to take care of! The venue, which host the celebration must be perfect. To the food, which would be catered by not one, but five Michelin awardee restaurants with an Edwardian style meal plan served for classic Royals in Downtown Abbey. From the first course of Hors d'Oeuvre down to the very last course of fruits and cheese, must all be perfect!