Your Majesty Please Calm Down Novels & Stories

God. It's not like Sill’s cold authority. Not like the old man’s crushing one. This one’s different — calmer, steadier… and somehow worse. What do I do? What do I do? Oh. Right. Bow. That’s what people do in front of kings. I gently set Hailey down beside me, trying not to trip over my own nerves. My knees bend stiffly, my voice shaking. “Y–your Majesty.” And then— He laughs.

“Have mercy! I was not thinking clearly, I didn’t mean to harm the child. I swear it! Please, Your Majesty, spare my life!” The room was silent again, save for the faint sound of Alden’s pleading. Maxton stared down at him with conflicting thoughts. It would be easy, too easy, to make an example of Alden. To deliver a swift and brutal punishment that would send a clear message to anyone else who might dare to challenge the Crown. But Georgia’s face flickered in his mind, her calm strength even in the midst of chaos. Mercy, she had once said, was a greater show of power than vengeance.

Those who had endured a cold winter would truly value even the smallest bit of warmth. "Don't worry, Kelly. I know what to do.” Kelly advised me, "Alright then. If you need anything, just give me a call." There was a saying, “To ruin something, you need to push it to the brink of insanity first.” Beatrice was not driven to the brink of insanity yet, so I just needed to wait quietly, allowing the situation to escalate before delivering the decisive blow against her. Thanks to the contract incident, Beatrice and Shawn, who had been slowly losing popularity, experienced a revival in their fame.

There was something that seemed to confuse him. “You got that right little one.” He smiled and wrapped his arm around me with a chuckle. Landon and Jack talked for a long period of time before they joined us. Gabe was trying to calm Andrew down and Marie was on his lap to control it. He finally stopped shaking and laid back. “You really need to control that temper,” Marie said as she jumped off. “It almost took me thirty minutes to calm you.” He just grinned and closed his eyes. Since Marie mentioned calming Andrew down herself, I finally asked her the question that has been burning inside me since that first day I met her.

"I mean, have you seen the former Queen? Is she furious?" Kora reached my side and did what she had never done before; her hands came to both sides of my shoulders and grasped me gently, steadying me. "Your Highness," her soothing voice came. "You have to calm down." My chest was making a staccato movement that it didn't allow me hear her. I needed to be out of here now. "Kora, I will see you later. I need to go." "Is there any problem, your highness?"

We both locked eyes for a few seconds, and surprisingly, instead of a fury or angers, the sentiment in his gaze were that he was relieved, happy and at peace, which is personally the last state of emotion that I thought the should be projecting at me, after all, me and Aeternum do retreat and leave them. “Your Majesty, His Highness President Kaiser Mies….Long Live The President, and May Glory be eternal….”.(Marlo) “Your Majesty, His Highness President Kaiser Mies….Long Live The President, and May Glory be eternal….”.(Everyone all together) Following Old Marlo greeting words at me, everyone else also repeated the same words to me, and surprisingly everyone else also carries the same relief, a

Tyrone caught her by instinct, but his posture stayed rigid. “Sophie?” His voice was flat with surprise. “What are you doing here?” She pulled back just enough to beam at him, hands still resting on his shoulders. “I’m back from my modeling trip. Did you miss me?” Tyrone’s brows drew together. “You will address me as Your Majesty.” Sophie laughed, light and familiar, and waved the formality away like it was nothing. “Oh please. We grew up together. Our parents were practically family. I’m not calling you that in private.”

The headmaster responded addressing her by her title again and never looking at her in the eyes, “ Your life is as precious as that of his majesty and it is our duty to protect and cherish it so that nothing happens to you. The reason why everyone is concerned about the life and comfort of our monarchs is so that they could rule with an easy mind without other concerns that may perturb their judgment or burden them with another heavy task, So I am pleading with you, your highness. If you ever feel the slightest bit unsafe, please tell us so that we can protect you and ease your mind. Give us a chance to support you as we should always have instead of trying to push you to your limits and tes

And they are all there at the request of the Sheik himself, because they know we are in danger! "I'm going to have an anxiety crisis. " I say it while I try to hold on to something. "No, you won't, come here." Jonathan pulls me close to him and makes me lay my head on his chest. "Just listen to my voice now. You're safe, we're safe." He speaks slowly in a very confident way while he tries to calm me down. "I order you to calm down, I am your master, and you are safe. Close your eyes. Feel only my chest and my hand on your head, and breathe slowly. Breathe deeply and slowly. You're completely safe."

"You want it, don't you?" "Yes, sir." I whispered. "Please." "Please what?" He looked at me. "I need to calm down." I moaned. "Please, please help me." "What would help?" he asked. "Tell me what to do." I whispered. "Just give me orders, any orders." "Ok. Strip. Slowly. I want a show, pet." He stroked my hair and let me stand up.