Romans & histoires Fantasy Nobles

She walked on Cyprian’s arm, her head held high, her mismatched eyes scanning the room with the boredom of a predator inspecting a petting zoo. Behind them marched Oryn and four knights of the Iron Legion. They were fully armored, their polished steel gleaming under the chandeliers. They didn't smile. They scanned for threats. "My god," a Baron whispered. "That necklace alone could buy my estate." Vespera heard him. She offered a small, terrifying smile. They moved through the crowd. The sea of nobles parted, terrified of brushing against the heavy furs or the cold steel. "They look frightened," Cyprian murmured, leaning down to her ear.

he says, handing me his glass. I take it quietly, moving over to the table to pour him wine from the jug there. When I return to his side and hand him his refilled glass, he murmurs, “Stay here.” So I stand next to him, or a half-step behind him, trying to stay out of his way. I look around, picking out the key members of the royal family who are present at the banquet. One of the butlers told me about them: the two princes, George and Henry, and the only princess, named Emma.

He looked at the stunned werewolves and loudly announced, “Listen carefully! This is the Supreme Ruler of the Werewolf Alliance—the pureblood Wolf King, His Highness Lucas!” Then, he turned toward me and bowed deeply, exposing the most vulnerable part of his neck. “And this is High Highness Lucas’s fated mate, Selena, the most noble Luna Queen of our Alliance. Shall any of you require assistance, please feel free to ask. We will gladly meet any request from Her Majesty’s former pack.” As soon as those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall fell deathly silent. The rogue male werewolves who had just tried to force drinks on me were now pinned flat to the ground by the pureblood Alpha K

She tilted her head as though offering helpful advice. “Still, a prince’s household is not a simple marriage. One day you may discover that exclusivity is not always… practical.” Her tone was polite. Her intention was not. The ladies nearby understood immediately. If Alexander truly had no mistress, it was not because Hazel forbade it. It was because he refused every woman except his wife. I rested a hand lightly over my stomach and smiled. “The daughters of noble houses deserve proper respect,” I replied calmly. “If Prince Alexander ever wished to court another lady, he would do so honorably and with dignity.”

Lotanni was the first to give the full rundown on Lysar's team. Of course she was. If there was gossip, she'd find it faster than a scent-hound on heat. "Three mages, four werewolves," she muttered while checking the straps on her gear. "One of the werewolves is royalty. The prince from the Southern Fang. Has a stupidly forbidden crush on Lysar." Nyomei raised a brow. "That arrogant one who walks like his back’s too stiff for his own head?"

The masks covering their faces are as varied as the stars in the sky, some adorned with exuberant feathers, others encrusted with gemstones, each a symbol of status and wealth. As I observe these details, I find myself imagining what life must be like among the upper class—among dukes, kings, and marquises. What do these people think, feel? Is their life truly as glamorous and perfect as their clothes and jewels suggest? Or do they, too, behind their masks, carry secrets and sorrows as deep as mine? Few humans are fortunate enough—or perhaps burdened—to hold noble titles. Most of those here are lycans, powerful creatures who have always ruled the social structure of our kingdom. Years ago, t

“We may not have a grand palace, or a handsome prince, or a wedding that will last forever. But we have a family, we have a warm home, and we have each other. It's the best happy ending a fairy tale has ever had." "If Lillian said so, I agree." Phillip tightened his grip. "After all, who says we don't have a handsome prince in this fairy tale?" Wiggy squeaked while tossing her curls. "Fine, fine, maybe not handsome, but I'm still a prince, right?" he corrected after seeing the cynical stares from Louise, Phillip, and Edmund. “Plus, I am the former leader of the Northern Tomer Forest. it is much greater than the prince.” He joined Lillian and Phillip's hands. Louise joined her hands together.

Ignoring the Millennium Glory's inquiry, the High Lord's eyes settled on me—beautiful heterochromia of lime on the right and purple on the left—through the plain black mask he wore that hid the upper part of his face. I bent down as gracefully as I could to a low bow, with a clenched hand before my heart. "I, Cyan Belladonna, greet the High Lord of Nerinvat. It is my honor to be able to meet you, Your Grace." Thank God, I've read tons of fantasy books to know how to properly address nobles. I rose from the reverent greeting and stood up as straight and dignified as I could. I could feel everyone else's eyes on me, but there wasn't any malicious intent on them. From the corner of my eyes, I c

said Astrid. “Ugh, I don't want to deal with human magic. You know that human magic is poison to me. Do you intend to make me die faster?" said Draco. "Then we'll take a normal horse carriage," said Astrid. "Is it so difficult to walk and then fly when the opportunity arises?" complained Draco. “Where do nobles go on foot? After all, to enter the central library, at least you have to show yourself that you are a noble or a rich person,” said Astrid.

Translation: "Brother, your life is boring! You only practice how to stab our knights! You don't play with Yana!" "Forgive your brother but I'm doing this protect you. I don't care if I won't be the emperor however, Brother Henry wants to inherit Nethersbane" "Nedosbean? What is that Bwader?" Translation: Nethersbane? What is that Brother?