Courtly Intrigue Mga Nobela at Kwento

Court ladies could never be accepted in the royal family. "Your Highness!" Lydia burst into the room and Isabelle hid the note quickly. "Why won't you knock?" She chastised her. "You need to see this," she was out of breath. The court ladies screamed as Adrian's sword danced around Duncan's neck. He was staggering and any mistake would make Duncan lose his head. "What are you doing‽" Isabelle shouted at him. "Shouldn't you maintain your dignity as a prince?" "I want more wine, what has that have to do with dignity, Princess Isabelle of Angbotain?" He slurred. "You shall lose your head if you deny me what I want."

Stacy finally reached the destination. She paid the cab and as soon as she turned around, her breath hitched. The royal hotel certainly lived up to its name. The hotel reached the sky as its glass windows glittered in the moonlight. Inside of the hotel lit with golden lights giving it a royal vibe. There was tight security and she saw many armed men standing surrounding the building. She had never been to any royal suits before. But it seemed very unusual to have this many armed men.

"Nothing broken. You risked everything coming in. Thank you." Ezra pulled him close quick. "No choice. I could not leave you there. Thomas, what does the document say?" Thomas flipped pages under moonlight. "Full extent of the conspiracy. Crowe reported to a council. They planned forced shifts across three academies. Money from private backers who want an army." Dane leaned in. "Names? We need to know who." "Listed here," Thomas said. "Top officials and some board members. This proves it goes way up."

My hair was piled high in an elaborate powdered style, my face painted with beauty marks and rouge, and a delicate diamond choker rested against my throat — a subtle reminder of my status as entertainment for the court. Twelve masked “Nobles” waited for me in the grand salon, all dressed in lavish 17th-century attire — embroidered coats, lace cuffs, and breeches that did little to hide their arousal. They reclined on ornate chaise lounges and gilded chairs, sipping wine from crystal goblets, their eyes following me like wolves tracking a deer. I curtsied deeply, the movement causing my breasts to nearly spill from the gown. “Your humble servant is here to entertain the court,” I said, my voi

Let’s be practical and not hypocritical. In our job, as a courtesan. We are happy to see famous and well-known people entering the club we are working in. And of course, we are aiming for the richer to pick us. For those who haven’t know yet. A courtesan is like a stripper or whatnot. But the difference is that only wealthy and upper-class clients can buy us. And if you think you can enter this job without proper training, then you are wrong. Class, etiquette, and a slutty but in a mannered way will lure men well and indeed fall head over heels with us.

"That is understood, Princess. Your brother will guide you, and the senior members of the council. You shall be tutored in every state, protocol and diplomacy. I breathed out gradually, with relief and anxiety. Training would be well, but the experience that danger might fall at any moment still caused my breast to contract. When the meeting was over Rowan took me back to the royal hall, and touched me in the small of the back with his hand, showing that he supported me. The rays of the sun penetrating through the stained-glass windows caught the gold embroidery on his robe and made him appear taller and more commanding than I had recalled. I guess you want to know about the knight, he said,

She did fall in love and that too with her knight. ****** 5 ACE MEMBERS: 1. Namit Khanna[BOOK -> YET AGAIN] 2. Dhruv Kapoor[BOOK -> EMBER TO MY FLAME] 3. Arjun Malhotra[BOOK -> THE KNIGHT AND HIS PRECIOUS] 4. Kiaan Chauhan 5. Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. ********

The doctor had assured him that it would get better, that things would change once he bonded with an alpha. Unless the root cause was something deeper. The door creaked open. Five men entered, each distinct in age, build, and bearing. Their suits were well-tailored, sharp, and pinned to their breast pockets was the sigil of the Court of Chancery—a scale held by a sword, a small crown above it, with the letters L and T beneath. Rising to his feet, Nathaniel bowed. “My lords. It is an honour to stand amongst the council of the Court of Chancery. Thank you.”

⸻ The chamber was not the tribunal. No stone, no shadows, no raised voices echoing in dark halls. This place was velvet and gold. Candles glowed in crystal sconces, and the long table was spread with wine, fruits, sugared almonds. A feast for the senses, for diplomacy. But beneath the gilded trappings, the same venom pulsed. Factions lined either side. Lucien and his loyalists sat rigid, eyes hard. Opposite them lounged Kael and his imperial courtiers, rings glinting as they toyed with goblets of wine.

Behind me, I caught the distinct, unmistakable click of a lock turning over. I spun around fast enough to feel the room tilt slightly, finding Courtney standing near the door, her hand still resting against the mechanism she’d just engaged, watching the two of us with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Every nerve in my body went on alert at once. “What exactly do you want, Aurelia?” Aurelia’s smile didn’t waver in the slightest. If anything, it deepened, settling into something colder and far more deliberate than anything she’d shown me across our entire friendship. “I want the crown.”