Romans & histoires A Man's Decree

“Don’t dress it up. This is not an offer — it is a fucking clear-cut power decision. And when you say ‘there is no coercion,’ you know damn well there is, because you are the king and I am a servant who just got back on my feet, shielded by your rules — but that protection is not meant to be shoved into your pocket whenever you feel like it.” “Enough,” he snapped. His voice hardened, though he did not raise it much; still, every word cut with precision. “Do not explain the order of my own household to me. I signed the decree that says ‘NO WOMEN ARE TO BE LOCKED UP,’ and I sent that idiot guard to the pillar of shame for raising a foot at you, and I kept you alive when they left you on the st

“In your complacency, you’ve provoked the one person you should have never provoked- the one person with the ability to take away everything that gives you power.” “How stupid!” I spit. “How incomparably stupid”. The faces of the Elders drain of color as it becomes clear to them. Dominicus’s voice which had not stopped reciting continues, his final words ringing out in the charged atmosphere. Per vim huius decr (By the power of this decree,) Te excipio, in aeternum liberum. (I accept you, forever free.) And then, the moment arrives. “You’re right, I am not their Alpha…” I say softly.

A knight promptly dropped to one knee, presenting a thick parchment scroll. “Everyone, bear witness. I shall read aloud the decree from His Majesty.” Instantly, all the accompanying knights dropped to their knees. Even the Count dismounted his horse; the old man sneered, leaning heavily against his cane as he bent one knee into the snow. Kaelus was entirely reluctant, but in the presence of an imperial decree, he had no choice but to dismount. The snow beneath his boots seemed to yield as the Northern ruler was forced to kneel before his sworn enemies.

I don't know how I did this, but I held his neck ij a strong grip and the man fell to the ground. “Your opinion does not matter in this issue. My father, the Alpha, made this decree. And neither you, nor I, or anyone else would disagree or prove to stand against this. If anyone has an issue with this, he is free to leave my pack and never return, cause the moment I see you, I will take you as a threat." I let go of his throat. “Now, does anyone have anything to say, or we will respect our dead Alpha and his wishes?"

His gaze fell upon a parchment that lay on his bedside table, adorned with the royal seal of King Maximilian. With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, Alexander reached out and unrolled the parchment, his eyes scanning the words that lay before him. The words etched upon the paper sent a chill down his spine. It was a royal decree, a restrictive notice that forbade him from leaving the kingdom of Arondale. A wave of disbelief washed over Alexander as he read the decree once again, hoping that he had misinterpreted its contents. The implications of such a restriction gnawed at him, for it meant being separated from Isabella, his love, and the uncertain future that lay ahead for both of them.

Cassian leaned in slightly. “Choose, Alpha.” The chamber waited. Even my council held breath. Political catastrophe either way. Then I laughed. Softly, and dangerously. Cassian frowned. I stepped forward. Slow and measured. Until we stood inches apart. “You mistake me,” I said. His smile faded. I placed the marriage decree on the table. Then drove a dagger through its center. Steel through parchment into oak. Gasps erupted. My voice carried through stone. “I do not take orders from thieves wearing titles.”

"There is news, sir." A messenger bowed low as he handed the missive to Ning Zhuo. "You can take your leave. I don't need to return any message other than the one to the emporer." "His majesty has sent an imperial decree that you should also read. I was told to recommend this to you and I apologize if I offend you. You may discipline your servant as you see fit." "Leave me alone, close the door behind you. I will not whip a man who brings me words from people I am kin to. You have not spoken out of turn, but I am still in a ferocious mood."

"Just recently I found out about a decree I supposedly signed and issued on an attack” He watched his uncle's face closely. Nothing changed, except the confusion that lit up before disappearing. “When I was just newly crowned, it came to my attention that I made a decree to wipe out an entire pack. Is there anything I don't know about that?" He asked. Desmond raised a brow before his face lit up with realization. “Yes, I remember that declaration. It was shocking to myself as well when it arrived. They had just begun to fight back on policies regarding our peace when your father died" his eyes dropped.

**AIDEN’S POV... “Ahhhh… Please leave me…please…ahhh” a man was shouting! How the fuck can I leave you? Huh, you fucker… With that, I start punching him… How dare you touch what's mine? HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR DIRTY HANDS ON MY WIFE? I was kicking his already broken bones. He was screaming… “I… I will né…never lo…ok aaa…t any woman again… Just leave me aaaaaaaaa” he was shouting…

"No. I searched through all the books that held the Alpha King's decree. Each generation, a new book is started to hold his decrees to keep track. It is law to document each decree." Heather said. "Yet there isn't one of this law?" Tori questioned, confused. "No, that's not what I'm saying." My eyes widened. "You believe that this decree has been hidden?" I asked. "What would be the point of creating a law to wipe the existence of someone or people, if there is something physical explaining that the very thing you want people to forget, does exist?"