Novel & Cerita A Man's Decree

"I can't wait! How does someone like that even have the nerve to live? Hurry up and die already!" "Someone like her deserves to be erased completely! She's nothing but trouble if she's still alive!" "Execute Quin!" - "Order!" the judge called out. The courtroom fell silent as the verdict was being deliberated. Everyone waited with bated breath for the judge to announce the verdict. They couldn't wait to watch me get torn apart, my heart and kidney ripped out for all to see. The judge's stern gaze swept over the room before he announced icily, "I declare the defendant, Quin Olson, not guilty!"

“We’ve all made sacrifices for the good of our packs. This is no different. The coronation is necessary, and it’s the first step in ensuring stability.” The man’s fists clenched, but he didn’t respond. The room remained tense, everyone holding their breath as they waited for his next move. Finally, he exhaled sharply, his shoulders sagging as he relented. “Fine,” he muttered, though the defiance in his eyes didn’t waver. “But don’t think this means I support this decision.” I gave him a slight nod, acknowledging his words. “Your support or not, my decision is final.” He didn’t respond, just turned and walked away, leaving the room in a heavy silence. The others looked at me, waiting for my n

He was leaning forward, his face red with a self-righteous anger that made my blood boil. "The late king already decreed it, his sentence must be followed through to the latter," Elder Jeremiah said, which all four of them nodded in agreement. The word "decree" echoed in the room, a ghost of my father’s rule trying to reach out and choke my mate. I just stared blankly at Elder Isaiah. He was my father’s right-hand man. He stood behind him for forty years, and he clearly expected me to be the same kind of tyrant.

Instead, her breath froze in her throat, her chest tightening until she felt she couldn't draw oxygen. The document bore the royal crest of Alaric’s house, written in the cramped, precise chancery script of the Capital’s high judiciary. But the name at the apex of the reclamation line wasn't hers. It wasn't the name of Raymond’s estate, and it wasn't a demand for the primary female descendant. The decree was short, geometric, and unbothered by the panic of the valley.

"The men are confused, Your Grace. You command the Guard. Sterling obeys the King. No one knows whose orders come first." "The King's," Malakor answered simply. The room fell silent. Jon hesitated. "Then what was the point of the decree?" Malakor finally turned from the window. "The decree gives me command. The seal makes that command lawful. The two are not the same." Raymond frowned. "Sterling embarrassed you before the Guard." "No." Malakor replied. "He did his duty.He protected the Crown. I expected nothing less." Jon lowered his head. "Then allow us to pressure him."

“Or I will find someone who can.” He turned and ascended the dais again, settling back into the throne with the weary grace of a man used to giving orders that cost other people’s lives. “Court is dismissed,” he said. The hall emptied in a rustle of silk and whispers. Lucian stood very still until the doors closed. --- He signed the decree in private. The parchment lay rolled on a smaller table in one of the council antechambers, its top lines already dense with careful, merciless script in Rowan’s hand.

Lucian cut her off before she could finish the sentence. “No one on the south side is paying more,” he said. His voice was quiet, almost conversational, but it carried the same weight he used on stage when he wanted twenty thousand people to lean in. “Not one additional coin. Not one family forced to choose between rent and medicine. That decree is dead. Cancelled. Buried.” Kai leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You don’t have the authority—” Lucian laughed—short, dark, without humor. “I have the authority she gave me,” he said, tilting his head toward me. “And she has the crown. That’s the only authority that matters here.”

I commanded firmly. Palmer flinched, silently contemplating before nodding. He scooped me up in his arms and started using his wolf limbs to jump from tree to tree. I felt chills when I felt the breeze charming me, but I ignored it and proceeded to see that person. Damn it... Royal decree? Being declared a royal decree had the same power effect as the royal seal. It could mean that no one could deny nor refuse whatever the Alpha King cited the decree. Failing to comply could lead to treason.

Earl Croyso asked, peering down at the decree with a puzzled expression. Since receiving this vexing decree, he had scrutinized it countless times, its content nearly memorized: “By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Let Earl Croyso of The Court of Justice preside over the case of official Ivan’s negligence of military supplies, which led to the fall of Blackthorn Keep. You are to act according to the law, without leniency or bias!” At the bottom was the King’s signature, and nothing more. It was identical to other official decrees. Where was the method for Ivan‘s salvation?

If they sent a messenger, it has to be serious. “What kind of news?” I ask quietly. He doesn’t answer right away. His jaw tightens, and that’s how I know it’s bad. He finally steps closer, a rolled parchment in his hand. The seal on it glints gold under the dim light. Noticing my gaze still fix on him, he gives me an answer. “An edict,” he says, his voice rough. “A blood marriage decree.” The words hit me before I fully understand them. “A what?”