Novels by Righteous Yates

Arthur was busy thinking by the windows of his chambers, as he watched the various noblemen and other influential figures in the kingdom, who had attended his father's coronation banquet leave the castle's ground, one by one.He was happy with the reforms his father was bringing. The reforms about kingdom developments, which would in the near future enable Naviel to stand at it's peak amongst other nations in the continent.'Its just a matter of time.' Arthur said in his mind.Just then, the heavy wooden doors creaked open, bringing him out of his thoughts.Arthur turned, mildly surprised.Beniah entered, followed by a young man, red-cheeked, and breathless. Arthur recognized the young man.He was a scout from the Black Dragon regiment.His hurried footsteps echoed across the marble floor, and his anxious expression made it clear: whatever he was here to say wasn't ordinary news."Your Highness!" Beniah said, giving a hurried bow. "Forgive the interruption, but… something urgent has

The grand banquet hall was a masterpiece of opulence, its towering vaulted ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers that bathed the room in a warm, golden glow. Majestic banners bearing the royal crest hung from marble pillars, swaying gently in the evening breeze drifting through the open balcony doors. Long banquet tables stretched across the hall, adorned with silk table runners and flickering gemstone, displaying an extravagant feast—succulent roasted meats, honey-glazed fruits, delicate pastries dusted with fine sugar, and goblets brimming with the kingdom’s finest wines. The mingling scents of spice, citrus, and warm bread filled the air, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere of celebration. Noblemen and women, clad in their most luxurious finery, engaged in lively conversation, their laughter and whispers merging with the soft melodies of a string ensemble playing from an ornate dais in the corner. The hall pulsed with anticipation, for tonight was no ordinary gathering.I

And so, that incident between Prince Frederick and Prince Arthur cane to an end. Everyone continued with his daily routine, trying not to step on each other's toes. But that doesn't mean some people didn't keep grudges. Frederick for sure, never forgot the humiliation he received, all because of Arthur. He swore to repay him in a triple fold. But as usual, Arthur didn't care at all. As far as he was concerned he wouldn't get into any unnecessary squabbles with anyone, as far as that person didn't come looking for his trouble, as he would make sure to give them in full dose, when they do. Arthur woke before the first light of dawn, one morning, as he always did. The chill of the winter morning air clung to his skin as he strode toward the royal training grounds, for his usual early morning training, his breath misting before him. The air was filled with the festivities of celebrations, as this wasn't like any ordinary day as usual. Today was special. It was so, as it

Prince Arthur's eyes rolled heavenward as Prince Fredrick blocked his path, yet again. He had just left a grueling council meeting, and his patience was threadbare. "Please move aside." Arthur said, his voice a little bit weak. But Prince Fredrick still stood in his way, like he didn't hear what Arthur just said. "Fredrick, move aside!" Arthur said once more, his voice low and even. But Fredrick wouldn't budge. He launched into his usual tirade. "Ha! If it isn't the favorite son of the kingdom." Fredrick said in a mocking manner. Arthur sighed. "I have no time for all this Fredrick, so can you please get the hell out of my way?" "Tell me how do you do it. I mean how did you manage to hook up not just father, but the whole council...." But by this time, Arthur's patience had worned out. "Work for it, Fredrick," Arthur cut in, his tone bored. "Stop wasting your time on brandy and women. Put it into something useful." Fredrick's face reddened. "How dare y

As the ship carrying Johnny Landon and the delegation from the Foreign Ministry approached the Navielian port, Erudia, he stood on the deck, observing the bustling harbor with great interest. Even in the few weeks he had been absent, it was evident that the city had undergone remarkable changes. The port had been expanded once more, yet the volume of traffic showed no signs of slowing. Ships laden with raw materials arrived in bulks, while others departed, their cargo holds filled with goods produced by the various capitalists in the kingdom. The sheer scale of trade and industry unfolding before his eyes reaffirmed the rapid growth the city was experiencing. After docking, the delegation disembarked, with the rest of Johnny's colleagues heading home to rest after their long journey. However, despite his own fatigue, Johnny's curiosity got the better of him. As they say, a good envoy needed to understand the changes occurring within the land he represented, and so he

Having arrived from a long journey, Johnny Landon decided to use the interim period to rest and explore the city. Over the waiting period of one week, accompanied by an interpreter assigned by the Foreign Ministry, he toured the markets and observed the social and economic conditions of Valmea.Despite much of the country being composed of arid desert, the fertile lands along the Nexus river were densely populated and used primarily for agriculture. Most of the farmland was dedicated to producing wheat and other food staples to sustain the local population, while a smaller portion was allocated for cotton cultivation. Zayn Keideita had imposed quotas on the amount of cotton sold to foreign traders to prioritize domestic demand.The city was also a bustling hub of commerce, benefiting from its location along major overland trade routes from other cities around it's jurisdiction and its well-developed port on the eastern coast of the confederate states.However, as Johnny had keenly