Your Majesty Please Calm Down Novels & Stories

They usually act like cat and rat, never agreeing on anything. “Jiji,” I said sharply. Her eyes popped wide open in surprise. She immediately shut up, her face flushing as she ran toward me, clearing the small distance between us. “Yes, Your Majesty!” I let out a soft, dry chuckle. “I’m not a ‘Majesty’ anymore, Jiji. Considering the fact that my title has clearly been taken away and handed over right in front of us.”

His voice cut through the silence, cold and commanding. “Kneel!” The command was sharp, as if he expected nothing less than total obedience. And yet, I did not falter. My body moved of its own accord, dropping to my knees before him, head bowed in a gesture of respect, but not submission. “I’m sorry for troubling you, Your Majesty,” I said, my voice low, sincere. His eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward slightly, studying me with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. "You do cause me problems. What are you going to do to make me forgive you?" he demanded, his tone biting, almost daring me to answer.

And I absolutely refused to stand silently while powerful people fought over me as though I were a prize to be won. “Calista… please.” Magnus’s voice had changed completely. The rage was gone. Only desperation remained. He took another careful step toward me, his dark eyes pleading for a chance to explain. “Let me explain.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “There is nothing to explain, Your Majesty.” The formal title tasted bitter on my tongue. Without waiting for his reply, I turned away. I walked past the shattered fountain without sparing Jake so much as a glance. He remained sprawled across the gravel, coughing violently into the night.

She was off her feet, but not in love. “Put me down.” Majesta screamed at his ass. “You big ape, I swear I am going to barf on you.” “As ye wish,” he said, and she ended up on her rear, thankfully the bed was under her. Majesta could still sit and listen to him speak all day. Color flushed her face when the dress flew up and almost over her head. With some grunts, groans, she got the stupid thing down and flattened out.

I didn’t just act like a monster to her, I was a monster. She bowed immediately. “Your majesty.” The title cut deeper than a blade would. “Elysia,” I said quietly. “Please, can we talk?” “I’m busy, your majesty,” she said, her voice low, controlled, and respectful in a way that hurt. “Tonight has to be perfect.” Her eyes moved past me to a servant who stood too close to a noble. “Everything is perfect, Elysia. You’ve seen to that. Please, just a moment. I need to speak with you.”

“Your Majesty!” Your Majesty? The busy hands that filled my body suddenly lost their activity, as one of the maids suddenly prostrated herself in front of me. Actually resting her head on the floor, kowtowing to someone. 'But they're not kowtowing to me, are they? And what the hell was that? They're calling me Your Highness?' I thought absurdly. “A Luna's orders are my orders too. What will you do if that corset hurts our future baby? Would you be able to bring forth a new offspring greater than her?”

Damn, I need to behave moore like a regular loving wife " I am fine, absolutely fine.. dear. How are you?" I try again and this time his jaw is hung open. Why he is getting shocked at every word. I'm messing this up. " I am good, thanks for your grace majesty." He bow at me and then continue to stay and stare at me. should I say something? " you can leave" " thank you my majesty, I will inform maids" he bows again and walk out gracefully like the models in fashion show.

At this point, I was clinging to the little things, anything that made the day feel like less of a slow-motion train wreck She took a deep breath like she was trying to collect herself. “I am sorry, Your Majesty,” she said, lowering her head. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” Your Majesty? Seriously? The words felt like a joke. I let out a small laugh, even though it hurt. “Oh, wow. Your Majesty... That is rich.” I stared at her, not sure whether to laugh or groan. “I am not exactly in a position to be called that, Sophia,” I said, grinning despite myself. The pain was still there, but a little humor never hurt, right?

Far from it. Instinctively, I curtsied to him, saying, "Your Majesty." I felt incredibly nervous but fought bravely to keep my nerves in check. He is pretty handsome. Why must you be a prince? Why must you be an enemy? I don't know what will kill me first tonight—my nerves or my lack of etiquette…

Judy wiped her tears, she didn't know that telling the truth even though it was very difficult, it could make her feel calmer. "Your Majesty, thank you!" ***