Court Lady Novels & Stories

Diana was in the second row, upright, hands in her lap. Adrian turned once when I sat down. I nodded. He turned back. The judge came in at ten-thirty. She was a woman in her sixties who had run the courtroom for three weeks without waste. She had the particular authority of someone who had stopped needing to demonstrate authority a long time ago.

What? My insides flipped as the gravity of the situation sank in, making me aware of the real deal. Vincent on the throne, Lady Isabella with reports, and a doctor to testify? Oh, my Goddess! This was a court proceeding, not an ordinary matter! Vincent was the judge, his mother was the prosecutor, and the doctor from the infirmary was there as a witness to support the evidence. Then who was I? A criminal? If yes, then where was my defense lawyer?

his face was still wearing a furious look and Anabelle swallowed as she walked in. People were already seated in the courtroom but the judge was yet to arrive, Anabelle nervously took her seat next to Mason, "do not look so defeated, we still have a chance" Mason murmured and Anabelle tried not to look like someone who had already lost. Soon, Judge Alvira walked in and they all stood up and sat down back when the judge was seated. She was a woman in her early fifties, and she had the reputation of always upholding fair judgment and that somehow calmed Anabelle's nerves because she knew that the judged was always fair and could not be swayed by money or material things.

"Exactly! The court must be fair. We can't let such a great philanthropist down!" The support wasn't limited to the internet. People at the courthouse began chanting slogans in his defense. Separated by the crowd, Grandpa and I locked eyes. A meaningful smile appeared on his face. "Judge Hart, I hope you'll approach this case with complete fairness and live up to the responsibility you carry." While his gaze was sharp, mine never wavered. I replied firmly, "I will." I walked toward the bench, where Scarlett stood at the defendant's table in her school uniform.

Across the room, Sarah was seated with her lawyer, Kevin Young, a sharp-looking man known for his aggressive tactics. As the clock ticked closer to the start of the hearing, the door swung open, and all eyes turned toward the entrance. Lily's breath caught in her throat when she saw Lewis walk in, his presence a comforting sight amidst the anxiety swirling around her. He took a seat in the last row, his expression determined yet supportive. Just then, the sound of a gavel echoed through the room, and Judge Elena Thomas entered. Known for her strict nature, especially in cases involving harassment and abuse, her mere presence sent a ripple of apprehension through the courtroom.

Circuit Court of Elegant City:- The courtroom was hushed as Kiara stood in the witness box, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation. She glanced around, the solemn faces of the jurors and the imposing presence of the judge a constant reminder of the gravity of the situation. Dave, her attorney, had prepared her well, but nothing could fully quell the anxiety that bubbled within her. As she took a deep breath, Daniel, the plaintiff’s attorney, approached the witness box with an air of confidence. He was a tall man with a sharp jawline and piercing eyes, and he wasted no time in beginning his questioning.

"Why would I do such a thing? You look like a respectful lady. You should not—" The court lady clapped her hands strongly, interrupting his words. "I do not like to repeat myself, gentleman. Take off your clothes. I do not have all the time of the day." Alec gulped and did as told. He took off his torn clothes nervously as he looked down, not daring to share eye contact with the lady. The woman hummed and walked around the young man, eyeing him from head to toe as he shyly covered his intimate zones as much as he could with his tiny hands.

I pushed the thought away and grabbed my purse, ready to face her one last time. The courthouse in Naples was old, all stone and tall columns, crowded with people and noise. Raphael stayed close as we walked in, his eyes scanning every face. Adam was behind me, his hand on my back, steadying me. The courtroom was smaller than I expected, with wooden benches and a high ceiling. Lily sat at the defense table, her orange jumpsuit gone, replaced by a plain gray suit. Her red hair was tied back, her face pale. She didn’t look at me, not at first.

On the right, Haziya Lidya sat beside her, also wishing the best for her sister. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you." Mother smiled warmly, but the look in her eyes couldn't be fooled by the concern. Beside the mother, the father also sat down to give support and prayers. He was also waiting for Shabir's figure in the courtroom, wanting to say something before the court's decision was decided. Zaweel was already sitting in the lawyer's chair, to prepare some documents. When the judges entered the closed courtroom, Haziya stood up and walked to the chair next to Zaweel.

"Just that..." "No excuse, Scarlett." I cautioned her. "You will be punished in due time, but for now, I have to see Lord Xono. Bring him in!" I ordered. She saluted before excusing herself from the courtroom. "My lord, If I may ask... " Sir Noffrey—Ruler of the Tower—said. "What is this lady doing here? In the courtroom?" Mrs. Catalan smiled not-so-cheerfully. "What do you think.... A slave follows her master everywhere. Only the lord knows if our grace would have a need for her in the courtroom. The body hormones are confusing things."