Your Majesty Novels & Stories

I could feel his rage blowing through me like a high wind. "A bit of advice Aria, his Majesty is not everything he makes himself out to be. There is a more darker twist that he doesn't show you because he loves and respects you. So I would advise you not to push his buttons while you still have his favor." I wondered what he meant by 'his Majesty is not everything he makes himself out to be'. But I couldn't bring myself to pity his mood either. After our conversation earlier, I was still rather upset with him. Not to mention that I kept him away for his own good. I even offered another solution to have a different escort and he didn't accept it, so what was I suppose to do in this situation?

I couldn't get attached. He broke the kiss, before keeping me captive with his eyes. “I couldn't let you complete that sentence because it was wrong in every way. If anything, it's me who doesn't deserve you. Yet I got lucky. I thank Moon Goddess everyday since she blessed me with a goddess herself. Mia, you are amazing. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. And I'm a lucky bastard who gets to keep you all to myself.” How could a person not get attached when he speaks like this? My heart did a thousand summersaults before I calmed it down.

Elle’s POV “Uhm, hi…sir.” “How dare you! He is not sir. You must address him by his majesty’s title,” the minion yelled. I blinked, very dumbfounded. “His majesty? What is this? A secret movie? Where are the cameras?” I began looking around me. The minion rushed towards me as if he wanted to do something bad and I drew back immediately, covering my mouth. Okay maybe it’s not a movie. But this…it can’t be real.

Then again, i remained seated, fists clenched until they bled white. "His Majesty orders for your presence at tonight's Royal Banquet" As if Nirvana's presence wasn't unwanted, she made that utterance. "What?" My voice was low, but understanding even lower. My brows slowly knitted as I replayed her words mentally. His Majesty? Like, His Royal Madness, Malakai wants me at the banquet!? "I see" I couldn't stop the brief chuckle that escaped my throat. "You're now his jester" I spoke, not minding the wideness of her eyes.

}} (( by all means )) King Damien I was awoken by shouting then a series of knocking on my chamber door {{ YES! }} I dragged my legs over the edge of the bed and sit up, the door pushed open and one of the Elders stuck his head inside ** your majesty we’d like to request an audience with you, ** sigh I drag my hand along my face knowing full well that their coming here to see me like is more than likely going to be something I either don’t like or will be forced to do.

“And if I refuse?” The smile widened. “Then I keep this one. And through him, I break you. Your cousin’s body will be mine until you put a blade through his heart. And when you do… I will wear you.” The guild flinched at the words. A few lowered their weapons entirely, horror etched into their faces. Maera’s second shouted, voice raw with fear: “He’s bargaining! Don’t you see? He’s playing for time! Kill him now before we’re all dragged into this curse!”

So much logistics for nothing. Kidnapping a poor, ordinary woman has no logic at all. Not even for a crazy guy like him. Wait, the guy just called him Majesty, what the fuck is going on here? -Why did he call you majesty? He looks at me with an annoying sarcasm and almost smiles.

He has just arrived at the Maharaja Palace to find Meera waiting outside the palace compound for him. "Look at you, so grown and handsome. With this face of yours girls will be falling on your feet." Lady Meera said returning his hug affectionately before releasing her hold of him. She took a step back to glance at him once more, beaming with a smile. "You are now very handsome." She added. "And you Aunty Meera is still as beautiful as before." Prince Khan said. "Thanks Khan but please call me Meera, Aunty feels old and I am not that old."

she had said, and those words sent a fresh wave of need through me. "Miss Teyana," I whispered, my voice shaky and full of awe. "I... I would do anything for you. Anything at all. You are incredible. I have admired you from the first day I started here. Not just because you are beautiful, but because you are so strong and in control. I feel like a hopeless fool for you." She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "A hopeless romantic even while on your knees with a messy face and ruined pants. Cute. Stand up."

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