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Blossoms ~ Secrets: Part One

Long before even my time...

by twillieblossom
King of Pranks

Why so serious?

by keruza
Uncrowned: Part 3

Your one true ruler has returned.

by mucka33
Yet Another Reason to Become a Royal

Uh...I guess...

by my_bento_box
Royal Oddness

Oh...sorry!

Also by winner19955

by mistyqee

James and Jane: Kanrik

Never dis on Kanrik. Ever. There will be consequences.

by chasing_stars44
Shenkuu's Hospitality

Something has happened!

by rickrelics
The Newen House: Royalty

Even royals have responsibilities.

by newenglandquizzer
Shellshock'd! REBORN: Part One

He's baaaaack~ And out for revenge!

by krabbox
 
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"Dear Sally" by parody_ham
Dearest Sally... The words dance across the parchment in the waning candlelight. I dip the quill in ink once again, letting it hover over the page before crumpling up the paper and tossing it into a waste bin. I gnarl my hands into a fist, cursing under my breath. How do I even begin to write to her after all these years? What would she even think of me? “Woooo,” murmurs the Darigan Weewoo perched upon a stand near my desk. Its head is tucked under its wing while its half-open eye gazes towards me in unfocused attention. “Apologies, old friend,” I say. I graze the back of the feathered Petpet with my hand, lulling it back to sleep. After a quick glance at the large piles of discarded parchment, I sigh. It had been a valiant attempt to write to her, but that is all that could be said of the act: an attempt. Opportunities to write for pleasure became few and far between, and the few times they presented themselves were late at night, when only the eve’s guard could sanely claim alertness. The rest of my time had been filled with other, more pressing, matters.




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Regret
The year was young, and two Skeiths sat at a round red oak table adjacent to each other. The older Skeith with a plumper belly and blue body wasted no time devouring his hash and potatoes, while the emerald Skeith hadn’t touched his silver embroidered Shenkuuware yet. Instead, he sat stiffly with his nose buried in a book.

by alienspacefairy

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Anneslace Gets the Royal Treatment
Most of my crew don’t insist on turning their free time into professional development, but that’s why we love you, Anneslace.

by peirigill

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How to Dress like Royalty
Maybe you have a royal ball coming up, or you need to look the part for a play or some other type of event. Whatever the reason for your desire to be part of higher society, if you need help with some key style choices, look no further!

by greenj12356

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Royal Treatment: History of the Royal Paint Brush
Queen Fyora, in all of her benevolent greatness, offered the extraordinary chance for our Neopets to become princes and princesses with the introduction of the Royal Paint Brush in Year 6.

by rainerbug

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The Beast: Part Three
Had “The Beast” had a door put in the side and changed his mind? What kind of “Beast” puts an easy entrance on the side of its evil lair? They hadn’t even vocalised any of these questions, but all of them had a lot of questions about the doorway.

by zirr



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