A Man's Decree Novels & Stories

After all, the young woman in front of them is her goddaughter. “M -my name? How come? Father? Was it supposed to be brother's name there as he was the disciple and not me?” She was surprised. She thought that it was just a little involvement from their part but she calculated it so wrong. “Shall I read the last part of the decree again, your majesty?” Head Servant Lukas asked. He was the one who have read the decree a while ago that made the crowned prince ballistic as he heard the condition the man from the temple.

I summoned the chancellor, Henry Morinar. “Prepare a decree. I will revoke the tithe. The Confidant has consented.” “Your Majesty!” The servitor was exasperated. I threw him an innocent smile. “I think we’ve discussed that...” “Your Majesty, don’t be hasty, I implore you.” “I will announce the decree the day after tomorrow.” The Confidant arrived at the palace in the evening. I looked at him, curious. Now that was a smart man, no mistake about it. His robe might have been expensive, but plain enough, and it was clearly hiding a strong and powerful body, while his eyes were full of intelligence and cunning.

There was steel in his voice, steel in his heart. He turned abruptly away from Tariq and started across the wide expanse of the healing grounds. “Call them out of their home. They will stand for punishment and inspection.” It was a decree. His invoking the ancient law of their people had given him every right and Tensel could do nothing but comply.

He set the glass back onto the table with a dull thud. Then, slowly, he stood up from his chair and began to pace behind his seat. "The decree was made by your father, Diane," Anthor said. He watched the shadows dance on the wall. "And that decree stands. Nobody can simply change the law because it has been written under the guiding laws of this pack. It cannot be changed by ordinary hands." "Yes, sir," I replied. My voice was firm. "I know that." Anthor stopped pacing. He walked back to his chair and sank heavily into the leather. He leaned his elbows on the table and locked his fingers together.

“What is it?” The rider swallowed. “A decree.” Alina felt the world narrow. A decree meant exile was not only distance anymore. It was law. It was containment with ink. She took the parchment but did not break the seal yet. Her hand trembled slightly, and she hated that too. The rider added, voice dropping as if afraid the words themselves might cut him, “It concerns your movements, Princess. They say… you are not to leave Lethwyn’s bounds without council escort.”

"Anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with me. Personally." Through the bond, I felt Caspian's fierce pride. Draven's face was purple with rage. "The Council will never approve this." "The Council doesn't need to approve it. I'm the queen. My word is law." I smiled. "Or did you forget that part?" "This is tyranny!" "This is leadership." I sat back down in my chair, the effort exhausting me. "The decree stands. Spread the word." The High Priestess looked stunned but recovered quickly. "The queen has spoken. The decree is issued. This session is concluded."

"Every healthy Gorgorian must fight with Prince Andreas, we must not let this affliction befall us the second time!" "YES YOUR GRACE!" They all agreed. "Lord Oder" he called for the lord in charge of the administration and execution of royal decrees such as this. "Yes, your grace" the lord stood from his seat and bowed. "Make sure that this decree is very much adhered to" he ordered. "Of course your grace" he bowed again and retook his seat. "Thank you so much father" Andreas appreciated. "By the way, we must carry on with our celebrations!" He smiled at them all.

"Do you truly believe you can defy a direct decree from the Alpha King?" A decree. The word hit me like a slap.

"She is the anchor. The elder decree." "The elder decree," Xander said, "is a pack-internal document. It governs pack members. It has no jurisdiction over a protected dependent under the Charter." He paused. "Your elders either knew this and proceeded anyway, or they didn't know it, which raises questions about their competence. Either option is concerning." "You're here to observe the curse management," Ryder said, and his voice had gone to its lowest, most controlled register. "That was the agreement."

A horse neighed as the man on the horse stopped in front of Aven and the solider. Aven chuckled in disbelief “Jessi. You of all people?” “Oi! Jessi you know this bloke?”, the soldier asked. Jessi chuckled as he squinted his eyes, “You’re here, of all people and you’re here.” “Call it off Jessi”, Aven smiled. “I fear it’s not so easy, let me read this to you…”Jessi smiled pulling out a decree. "Executive order one hundred sixty thousand eight hundred two, eliminate the domestic enemies of Xoria where they fray to alienate the threat for the Xorian people, decreed by King Nero."