antonym of majesty

!!Warning: explicit descriptions of blood.!! "For the greater good; I shall sacrifice even my life." Cailina Yvonne Grandis, one of the high-ranking Imperial Nobles and the favored one of the Divine, becomes the Crown's venom. Her duty: to put the Monarch's wishes before herself. The life she knew was shattered by the unforeseen events she experienced in the capital. Where nobles and commoners were worlds apart. The circumstances forced her heart to grow cold. Now, she isn't afraid to lose anything. In her heart, she has long decided that whoever opposes the throne shall meet his demise. Cailina treads in the darkness, her hands stained with the blood of the Empire's enemies, and she will not stop until Elior, the Crown Prince, becomes the Emperor. ••• We all have something we wish to protect, and we will not hesitate to see shield it with our hearts. Duty. Desire. Person. ••• Will Cailina continue her path of misery? Or will she abandon everything to follow her heart's desire? Perhaps being the favored one of the Heavens would be her end. "On your knees, His Majesty traverses thy way." ••• This is a story of a villain and a slow burn romance. Thank you for moonwastaken for the amazing cover!

Trigger Warning: Graphic Depictions of Blood, Violence, War How much effort does it take to fool a wise ruler? To gain one's faith, intending to betray it all to nothing? ~ Queen Ruvelia reincarnated, growing up on earth for her first 18 years of life. Her life took a tragic turn as her locked destiny unfolds with mysteries unraveling along the way. During her journey, she learns about the world of fantasy, the place she was supposedly from. What happens if she recovers the memories from her past life? What happens if she enters that world? Once betrayed, would the warrior return to take revenge on her oppressor in the end? Or does she forgive, forget and live a new life with the power that she'll always have? This story contains LGBT+ Credits: Cover- Kitty_Witty

[Undergoing revision at the moment] Rathna Beatixi Pablo spent her entire two decades of life for these four things:   One, kill His Majesty. Two, restore democracy. Three, abandon Maharlica. And four, live happily ever after.   Twenty-nine years ago, Mirando Gruna demolished democracy from Maharlica, established a monarchical government, and rose on the throne as an absolute ruler. Ever since democracy was taken from the Maharlicans, their lives have never been better. Who would ever want their freedom to be taken? Who would ever want to be ruled by a tyrannical and bloody monarch? No one.   Therefore, Rathna Pablo’s mission is to kill His Majesty and give back to the people the democracy that has long been gone. On the 30th anniversary of the establishment of the monarchy government, she will kill the king.   But the question is...   Will she be able to KILL HIS MAJESTY?

​"A crown forged from the skulls of friends offers no warmth... it only grants eternal frost." ​In a world that recognizes only the language of steel, Alaric was but a shadowless knight—a cold blade in the hand of a ruthless, aging king. But ancient prophecies do not sleep, and the cries of the forsaken have begun to weave for him a cloak of dark ambition. ​This is not the tale of a hero who saved a kingdom; it is the chronicle of a man who incinerated his own soul to sit upon a throne of ash. A bloody ascent spanning seventy autumns of betrayal, black magic, and wars that know no end. ​Alaric will tread upon the corpses of those he once loved and drink from the poisoned chalice of power, only to discover that the hardest part of reaching the summit... is the crushing solitude as the mountains crumble beneath him. ​Is the throne worth the loss of everything? Or was the crown nothing more than a golden shackle for a king condemned to a tragic fate?

Elizart, originally purchased as a plaything for the first princess, rose from the depths of slavery to become the King of the Kingdom through sheer determination. His victory, however, felt hollow without the love he yearned for. He married the stunning thirteenth Princess Zarniya, believing that he had everything he desired. Yet, Zarniya's heart was irrevocably bound to her slave, Madriel. When Madriel perished, Zarniya’s spirit shattered, and she too succumbed to the grief, leaving Elizart alone. As time passed, Elizart’s grip on sanity began to fray. Driven by desperation and obsession, Elizart embarks on a journey through time, intent on reclaiming his lost love and altering the course of history. This saga of power, obsession, and madness reveals the profound depths of his desire and the extreme measures he will take to claim the woman he believes is rightfully his.

Majesty Day wants to find her true self. She's always felt like just a piece of a bigger picture. Growing up, all that mattered was school, and everything else was second. It never occurred to her how much she needed to grow. Getting out of a rough breakup, she wants to focus on herself, make her grandma proud, and become someone important someday. With her love life on the back burner, she was not expecting to meet such a peculiar man named Arthur J. Collins aka JC; she could not stay away. Follow Majesty on this journey of finding herself through the dramas of life, relationships, love, and all things adult.

Her glamorous fantasy evaporated immediately the handsome face came into view with its vicious aura. Her heart sank and her hands began to tremble. 'Be calm, Leona, he's your husband, not a demon,'her heart faltered as she made an effort to calm herself with such false words. He was indeed a demon that she loathed but feared. He was more hazardous and brutal than a monster. He leaned closer and her breath hitched. "Why, dear wife, do you flinch? I don't bite, do I ?" his hot breath hit her neck as it enclosed her whole entity. She bit her lips as she wished to scream in his ears that he was nothing but a monster who held her captive. Ha... Such courage will come from her second life. "Nothing. Just weak," she responded certainly but nervously. His brows furrowed as his ocean gloomy eyes rested on her small lips. His finger trailed her lips with unmistakable desire in his eyes. She felt disgusted but was powerless. She turned away from him as a tear trailed down her white face. Her veins popped up and her chest felt like it was going to burst any time soon. She chocked a sob as his cozy pair of hands cupped her face. "Mine!these lips are meant to moan not cry". .... She was an innocent girl whose tremendous life was turned upside down when she mistakenly appeared on an uninvited wedding in a hotel. She arrived with a purpose, however, she lost her way. Her charm made her an accidental surrogate but a weak one as she got to know that her unexpected husband was the ugly and brutal heir to the throne. Though sad at her sudden predicament, enemies rose against her, as they tried to get rid of her. Time went by, Circumstances lead to circumstances, affection set in. When this Emperor and his Empress was willing to work out a relationship, something startling happened. What could it be? Reinforced by Love and fuelled by revenge, this weak Surrogate takes up the throne and brought affliction to those seeking her life and crown.

Elara was crowned queen—and murdered on the same night. Reborn with every memory of betrayal still burning in her chest, she returns to the court with one mission: Make them pay. All of them. But standing between her vengeance and the throne are two men: Cladus — her silent knight with secrets far older than his sword. Loyal. Cold. Deadly. But what Elara doesn’t know… is that he’s no mere knight. He’s Duke Rhain, the hidden power behind kingdoms. And he’s chosen her. Auren — the beautiful, grinning prince who once killed her. In this life, he’s unpredictable. Dangerous. Maybe even on her side. In a palace ruled by masks and whispers, Elara must walk the edge of revenge, trust, and fate. And when love stands beside the blade— Will she cut down the past? Or crown it? He killed her once. Another man swore to protect her now. And this time— She remembers everything.

Vanessa was always invisible to Richard Amaan, her boss, until he decided to make her his fake girlfriend to the Royal dinner. Things took a different turn and they had to lie that Vanessa was pregnant even though Vanessa never signed for that part of the bargain. With a pregnancy news looming over the Royal Household, Richard wasn’t ready to take no for an answer from Vanessa.. he’s all ready to make her pregnant and even make her his own.

His bodyguards closed the door and he turned to look at the nerd "I think you know why I have called you here Miss Williams" The nerd fidgeted with her specks and looked up at the next heir in line to the throne. "If having a crush on someone is a crime then you can call me a criminal your Majesty" He smirked and stood in front of her seat making her drop her gaze to his thousand dollar shoes. "Having a crush isn't but stalking someone is" She kept silent accepting that she did commit such crime,not only once but multiple times. "Anyways what do you like about me Miss Williams?" He asked placing his both hands on the armrests and moving his face closer to her. She held her breath as her insides screamed anxiety.She could feel her hands turning cold while her cheeks burning with fire. "Is it my face or is it my family name ?I demand a true reply Miss please don't bother lying" She looked up unable to form words to express herself.She liked so many things about him ,how can she explain them all to him. "Well my dear stalker if you don't answer I am left with assumption." She still didn't reply.Till he stays this near to her breathing itself was a big task speaking was impossible for her. "okay then my last question Have you stalked about my love life?" She looked up into those pools of blue and moved her head in a no "Well that should have been the first thing you should have googled about me...anyways let me enlighten you a bit ...I don't do relationships...I don't love Miss Williams ..I just fu**...is that what you want from me so that you stop following me?" His straightforward question made her turn hundred shades redder...the word he used was enough to lower her gaze and burn her insides with a new swirl of emotions. "No" She managed to speak "Then stay the fu** away from me Miss Williams because I will only break your heart" He turned around to leave when he heard her "This is what I like about you the most Your Highness..your honesty"