A Man's Decree นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A royal decree. Lucretius broke the wax with practiced ease before unrolling the parchment. When he began reading, his voice filled the chamber with the authority of a man who had spent years commanding battlefields. "By decree of His Majesty, Alpha King Claudian Alexander of Waevalon..." Every word struck the room with quiet finality. "...following the completion of a royal investigation conducted under the authority of the Crown..." Marcelo's face remained composed, but only barely.

No one will have the power to decide the fate of all. The people roared with approval. As it was going to bring equality,hope and Change. Zayne came forward, his voice was calm but casual "Our second decree is to ensure that any rogue who threatens the kingdom will be executed without trial. We can no longer afford mercy. Our expenses for mercy have been excessive.' Gasps swept the crowd. Half cheered his strength. Half trembled at his severity. The crowd reacted with a wave of gasps and half of the crowd clapped for his strength, while the other half trembled at how severe he sounded.

I gave him a gentle nudge before opening it. Emmett’s handwriting was firmer than before, though it still slanted at the end of sentences when he wrote quickly. Dear Sister. First official decree: Hann may not say “when Marcus used to do it” more than twice per meeting, or he must pay one coin to the orphan fund. I burst out laughing. Elijah raised his eyebrows. “What does it say?” he asked curiously. “That my brother is already ruling wisely.” I kept reading. Second unofficial decree: I need you to stop sending me reminders to eat. I’ve already eaten. Hann made sure of it. Claris made sure Hann did. Joe brought bread. I’m not dying.

⸻ THE FIRST DECREE When I rose from the throne, the entire realm shifted. Flames bent toward me. Shadows followed my steps like loyal soldiers. Malik moved beside me—my equal, my partner, my shadow. A ripple of whispers moved across the cavern as demons, spirits, and ancient beings gathered. They knelt—hundreds of them—until the cavern floor disappeared beneath bodies bowed in submission. I lifted my hand. Silence fell so thick it felt like the world stopped breathing. “My first decree,” I said, voice echoing. “No mortal soul shall be taken without cause. No child shall be claimed. No innocent dragged below.”

they're essentially the same thing, aren't they? "So you wanted to speak to me," I said, a playful grin spreading across my face, "just to warn me about this?" Agnus's expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. The young man before him, the one who had just confessed to inadvertently sparking a war, remained remarkably composed. This unexpected calmness, this unwavering resolve, forced Agnus to re-evaluate his approach. He shook his head, a hint of admiration creeping into his voice. "No, I want to offer you a deal." He reached for the scroll, his fingers tracing the lines of the decree. He turned it, revealing the final line, a royal order etched in ink.

"The Divine Decree. Decay!" Gideon's body tensed. Somewhere from deep within, he felt a sense of danger, but he couldn't pinpoint where it was from. "Something's off." He frowned. He felt his energy withering away. One of the Cardinals sneered. "This is the power of the Regnandi Legion's Commander! She can pass divine decree in all aspects!" "That's right! She just invoked the Decree of Decay!" "Gideon, your energy will continue to wither. Your strength will rapidly decline!"

“Did the Queen know about this?” I asked, though deep down, I already knew the answer. Selie didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she reached into her bag, pulling out a single sheet of parchment. She laid it on my desk with a deliberate movement. It was an official decree, signed and stamped with Queen Romella’s royal seal. A decree authorizing the so-called “punishment” of nobles appointed by Aeternum.

The paper fluttered through the air, landing in the dirt at the old man's feet. ​"Read it," my husband commanded. The old man signaled a guard to pick it up. As the man scanned the document, his brow furrowed, and a look of genuine confusion crossed his face. ​"What is this?" He asked. ​"It’s a Final Decree of Dissolution," Alessandro replied as his eyes met mine for a fleeting second before he looked away. "Signed, witnessed, and filed with the New York judiciary three days ago." ​My breath caught in my throat. "A... divorce?"

“They love each other…” the man said, clasping his hands behind his back and pacing back and forth, glaring angrily at the lovers. “And who would ever love me? One more or one less—it makes no difference. This is a betrayal of the king! If you have made this decision and managed to grow close to one another, then you will die together! …in distant old age. By the power granted to me by the higher forces, I declare you husband and wife!” Karadeylis announced sharply, a sly smile playing on his lips.

My partner, Onyx, was able to solve this mystery as she panicked, “Mate is going to write a royal decree, Liz. Wasn’t it written in the guidebook that a King writes an official decree to announce the rejection publicly?” Oh, my Goddess! Was he really going to choose his freedom over me?