A Man's Decree Novels & Stories

the figure reported, their voice laced with deference. The old man's expression remained impassive, betraying none of the emotions roiling beneath the surface. The atmosphere in the room grew heavy with anticipation as the black-robed figures awaited his response. "So be it," the old man declared in a voice as slow and deliberate as the shifting of tectonic plates. Though his words were spoken softly, they carried the weight of absolute authority, sending a shiver down the spines of those present. The black-robed figures exchanged uneasy glances, acutely aware that the old man's decree had sealed the fate of the Hale Family. His decision was final, his will unyielding, and they dared not que

He said, then sighed. "All we discovered was that most people on your father's council were corrupt. We also saw the signed decree your father sent to Frederick agreeing to the slave trade. Still, when we cross-checked the signature on the parchment and other decrees your father had signed, we found that the t and the s were similar but not the same. Meaning the slave decree was a forgery," he said, pausing for me to take it all in. "And what does that signify?" I asked him, and he sighed.

That was all that mattered. "I'm proud of you, sweetheart," Dylan whispered beside her. She smiled sweetly at him and touched his face. "Thank you." As the cheer quieted, Ezekiel stepped forward again. "Your Majesty, according to the custom of our people, you have to make your first official decree." "Oh," Scarlett murmured. "What should it be?" "It's up to you, Your Majesty. Whatever it is you decree, it will be carried out." Scarlett was thoughtful for a moment. Then an idea occurred to her.

“I have never seen this before. It does not come from any council archive I know.” Jem’s brows tightened. “That doesn’t mean it’s fake. How can you be sure?” Dante met his gaze directly now. “Because I’ve seen the real decree. I know its language. I know its seals. This—” he tapped the document once, “—doesn’t match anything official. Not even close.” Jem’s throat moved as he swallowed. “So what are you saying?” Dante’s eyes darkened slightly, not with anger at Jem, but with something more focused. Something calculating.

I whisper to myself. The newborn god hears it. “You want her approval.” “I do not need it.” “You want it.” Silence. The crown hums again. This time it shifts abruptly. A ripple spreads through the decree I issued. “What did you do?” I demand. “Nothing,” the newborn god replies calmly. Death’s gaze sharpens. “The decree adjusted.” “Adjusted how?” I ask. “It removed ambiguity.” Cold slides through me. I reach outward again. The decree now includes harsher enforcement.

If I didn't know better,I'd think he cared. “Elder Nathan, in a hurry, are we? Don't worry, the King is doing better and he's getting stronger. I wanted to tell you something that did concern the King though. The King, in his wisdom, has made a decree. He has decided that I will have my own seal. In order to easily aid in signing off decrees.” The silence that followed was enough to deafen anybody. They looked at each other with mouths wide open. The lead councilman stood up.

Red and unmistakable. "A royal decree," he explained. "To be read publicly and distributed throughout the kingdom." My stomach dropped. "Publicly?" "Yes, Princess," he confirmed. I glanced at Ethan. His expression was carefully neutral, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. "Very well," I said slowly. "Read it." Caden broke the seal and unfolded the parchment. He cleared his throat and began to read, his voice carrying through the hall. "By order of His Majesty, King Alaric Darius, the following decree is issued to all citizens of the kingdom."

“Your threats won’t work on me.” “I made an offer, Alpha King.” He spat, glaring at me. “But you refused. I had no choice but to take that offer elsewhere.” “Bullshit!” I growled, my fists clenching at my sides. “You see…” Lucius began, his voice raised to address not just me but the gathered crowd. “John here approached me with a royal decree—one no one else knew about. It’s a decree my late father left in his possession. Here it is.” He raised a piece of paper, holding it aloft for all to see.

"According to what you say, this can be used to order anyone other than the mayor, correct? Basically, this is something like an official seal that gives me ultimate authority, right? Now that I have the Absolute Decree, is there a problem if I ask you to kneel? "If you don't, it means this thing is useless. How severe is your crime when you use this to lie to the future mayor of Grand City? If you kneel, it means that this thing is indeed effective. As long as I have this, you'll have to leave when I tell you to and do whatever I tell you to. So, Silvan, you don't have much of a choice…" Silvan gritted his teeth, wishing that he could kill Harvey on the spot. Forced to face the Absolute Dec