Королевский Novels & Stories

She raised it aloft, the symbol of royalty and the culmination of the coronation. "By the divine investiture bestowed upon me as oracle of the gods, I hereby crown you, Valeria Claire Romero, as the Queen of wolves!" Azura proclaimed, her voice resonating with the divine power she represented. In that moment, the hall filled with a hushed reverence, recognizing the sacredness of the occasion. Valeria, now adorned with the crown, was officially recognized as the chosen ruler. The royal coronation had reached its pinnacle, and a new era had begun under the reign of the crowned queen.

It was one of the reasons Axel vouched to be the king, but he wouldn't stop, cause he is being to strategies and plans to eliminate Ace, a day before his wedding. “I will officially like to announce to you all, that blue crest kingdom is now the highest kingdom among the twelve neighboring kingdoms. And that's all thanks to our crown prince.” claps filled the air, as the entire people of the kingdom clapped and hailed the crown prince, while the rest rolled their eyes, angrily at the praise he was getting.

It was just because among the other men in the palace, it was the leader of his knights who liked Emery and was also close to her so there was always a possibility. Either way, when the knight stopped by to greet him, Emperor Claus asked, “We are about to go back to the capital. Is there something else you need to do?” “I came to deliver a message,” Castor replied, showing him the sealed envelope. Taking a closer look at the seal, it had the crown symbol on it. Only the direct members of the royal family were allowed to use such a seal so it only meant that the letter was from his brother. “What exactly does Prince Cornelius want to say to her?” the emperor asked, tempted to open the letter

Moonlight streamed through the windows, adding a touch of sanctity to the illuminated temple. Tap, tap. The rhythmic footsteps of Crown Prince Kral resonated throughout the hall. His black hair was neatly groomed, accentuating his handsome features. His golden eyes were even more captivating under the glow of the candles. His tall figure exuded an imposing presence, emphasized by the crimson ceremonial robe. Today, Crown Prince Kral resembled a proud male lion, its mane flowing gracefully. Now, this arrogant lion descended from his lofty throne, crossed the long steps, and approached the delicate flower with the patience of a hunter. He slowly drew closer to Delia's carriage.

The Queen, with her maternal wisdom, looks at me with tenderness. "Alexandre, I understand your concerns and desires. You are my son, and I want you to be happy. But I also recognize the importance of his responsibilities as a future king." A member of the court, known for his wisdom and balance, intervenes. "Prince Alexander, your happiness is essential, but it is essential to find a balance between your real obligations and your personal choices. Remember that, as a leader, your decisions affect not only you, but the whole kingdom."

It seemed to shimmer with every movement, catching the light and commanding attention. But what caught my eye the most was the golden crown adorning his head. It was a sight to behold—a symbol of his authority and status as the ruler of Arodona. The crown was studded with glistening gemstones, each one capturing the light and casting a radiant glow. Its intricate design spoke of craftsmanship and regality, leaving no doubt that this man was indeed the king. The crown sat atop his head, perfectly balanced, and accentuated his noble features. It added an undeniable aura of power and responsibility to his presence. I couldn't help but be captivated by the way he carried himself, his every movem

I grew uneasy at once as I stared at his smiling face. What was he doing?! This didn’t make sense! Whichever monarch out of a King and a Queen was crowned first was traditionally called the Dictatore’, meaning the ‘core dictator’. Hence, if a Queen is crowned first, the King would have matching monarchical power with her but then she would be the winning dictator in a case where both monarchs had opposing points of view or preferences. Therefore why the King is always crowned first in any system… and why this was a very big deal.

Veronika spoke up again, “The life of the royal family could be at stake, and there’s no improvement in the security details or any movement to apprehend the killer. That’s crazy.” “I think you’re forgetting that it’s not just the royal family that’s at risk here. Other beings could be, including humans,” Leo replied, smiling in a way that clearly ticked Lady Viktoria off. “Your Grace,” she drawled with fake sweetness, “you forget that the spike used to hook Prince Samyl’s head to the wall had the crest of the Alderan royal family.” The purple tulip and a moon. She didn’t stop there. At some point, I zoned out of her rant until her tone increased, was that worry?

Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in Two guards blew their trumpets loud enough for everyone to hear. "His royal majesty, the mighty lion, lord of the seas and the forest. Ruler of the imperial kingdom of Decreash, Regaleon Von Clegane! A guard shrilled in a high-pitched voice. The congregation in the hallway languidly rose to their feet. So did the queens seated at the upper deck of the hall. Ragaleon slowly made his way in, accompanied by his hand, Brandon, and his personal knight.

Kyle whispered before capturing his lips passionately. Axel entered a book section he never thought he would go to before—the royal marriage section. He hoped that books would help him understand his situation more. He hoped he would find things that would help him strengthen his relationship with the king. He chose a book and sat on a leather couch, and he flipped through the first pages and began slowly reading a few paragraphs. He stopped at a page where the title interested him. Strict Marriage Traditions The Royal Family Must Follow. *The bride must wear white on her wedding day.