Courtly Intrigue Novels & Stories

“I don’t know. After completing the task, the Court Flower will be given a very large reward to fill their needs for a lifetime.” “The Court flower?” “It is the name for the women who are appointed to teach every young nobleman about how to please women in bed.” Odette was astonished to hear the fact that there was such a culture in this day and age. “You said it was a culture. Does that mean all the noblemen who reached sixteen years old have done that? There weren’t any virgin men anymore?” Rion nodded, then explained that all the noblemen, especially the upper-class nobles, were required to be experts in doing everything that showed themselves as a real man, including how to please women

Camilla stepped unseen among the courtiers. Under fluted columns and arching, sky-painted ceilings, full threescore revelers and more danced and laughed within the Palace of Yaralet. Zithers, flutes, and drum played a rolling, hypnotic tune while dancing girls, nude but for scarves clung to round hips and bangles on wrist and breast, who writhed and whirled bone lessly. Slaves oiled and shaven bore silver platters full of sweetmeats, or ewers of thick ruby wine among the guests: silken-draped ministers and barons, chiseled knights with hard arms in sleeveless tunics, and noble ladies in gossamer gowns that hinted wickedness half-concealed.

Not with any of my mistresses’ help, even. “Stop it. You can go now.” “But Your Highness, you’re still so stiff!” She looked at me thoroughly worried. Or maybe thoroughly worried for herself. I had heard of rumors in the palace that women were betting on who would successfully give me a good fuck. Their chest full of jewelries was the payment. Crazy women. But I’d say they all should pay me up instead, not with jewelries but with their lives, because none of them would win. I was pretty sure of that.

said Alexandre, with a determination that filled me with pride. Lady Miranda gave us one last poisonous look before moving away, but I knew it wouldn't be the last time we would face attempts at blackmail and intrigue in court. After the incident with Lady Miranda, it was clear that the intrigues in court would not be limited only to blackmail and veiled threats. A conspiracy was underway to undermine my image as a princess, putting me in embarrassing situations during real events. Alexandre and I met with our most reliable advisors to discuss the situation and find a way to face this new threat. Nicolau, who was now also a trusted member of the court, was by our side, ready to support us in

Valerius stood up, adjusted his attire, and walked towards the main hall. The main hall was splendidly decorated with large columns intricately carved with winding dragons. The court officials had gathered, standing in two rows along the path. The guard's voice rang out: "Invite the delegation of Prince Ethan Caelan, General Zane Ryder, and Commander Harrison Ryder into the court!" Drums and gongs sounded, announcing the arrival of the delegation from Aria. The doors of the main hall slowly opened, and from a distance, the figures of the delegation became clearer.

It’s a start. As night falls, the palace glows with candlelight. My gown is silver, laced with intricate embroidery. Camille takes my hand as we walk toward the Grand Hall, his grip tight, possessive. The hall bursts with color and movement—lords and ladies, guards lining the walls, music echoing from the far corner. My eyes dart everywhere, memorizing doors, stairways, guards’ patterns. The windows here are tall and barred, but one near the far corner seems unlatched.

The initials bled like ink into skin. Then she wrapped it. Tight. Precise. Not sentimental. Symbolic. Dorian hadn’t called. She hadn’t expected him to. Some men follow orders. Others follow ruin. But Isolde Wrenleigh didn’t follow. She hunted. And the Court was next.

Just like in "A Knight's Tale." Bryce returns, throwing the broken lance onto the ground and dismounts. I grab Brimstone's reins and lead him back to the tent. The first two rounds were more or less the same. Except the Duke always won. At night he feasted and relaxed with his contemporaries while ignoring me. I also have to watch him flirt with the noble "ladies" of the court and me witnessing him act the gentlemen to them while ordering me around like I was a piece of shit was grating on my

She was grateful that she was getting her wedding dress made instead of being forced to wear an old one but having to deal with the constant disapproval that had followed her since she stepped foot in the castle was tiring. She had skillfully avoided being alone with any of the other Princes since that night they tried to bribe her to spy on Elric. She wasn't sure why they were insistent on prying into his life. He was fourth in line for the throne and had made it noticeably clear that he had no ambitions for the crown. Saffron would never understand the court. From what she had seen in the past two weeks, it was an intricate game of lies, bribery, and deceit. She had no stomach for it.

To answer his curiosity, he called Shuna, the chambermaid of the princess for that night. “Did she go somewhere that night?” He asked her. “No, your highness. She slept immediately.” Shuna answered. “I see.” He nodded. He then thought it to be a dream then. At the baron court, there waited the nobles and the pope who will legally unite the prince and the princess. First to walk in the hall was the prince. Every fair maiden felt the desire to replace the one he will marry. He was stunning and very authoritative in his clothing. His reputation as the prince complimented a lot about him. He got good education in fighting skills and in different aspect of science discipline. He was a man that ev