Deku X Mount Lady Novels & Stories

“His Majesty has issued a decree!” Everyone immediately knelt. The royal messenger unfurled the scroll and began to read aloud. “By Our Royal hand and decree: Lady Leonora of House Ashveil, being of a distinguished house, cultivated virtue, and noble character, is deemed a worthy match, a jewel befitting the royal household. She is hereby named Crown Princess of Royal City and is to be wed to our son and heir, Caelan, at the earliest auspicious occasion. Let her be an ornament to the royal house and a support to the succession.”

Luc looked perfectly at home here. “Thanks. Deke didn’t help me decorate, in case you were wondering.” He winked. Deke decorating? The very idea made her laugh. Deke would hang gun racks and litter the floor with shell casings. In his eyes, infrared binoculars would be the perfect coffee table conversation piece. TV trays, any old couch, and a bank of security cameras, period. He’d never need anything else for entertainment. “That, I’d believe. You did this?” “With a little help from a friend who’s an interior decorator.”

Derrick gasps, “You can get all of that here and it does everything you said?” I laugh and the automatic doors slide open, “You bet,” I say walking down the first aisle. Seth and Derrick follow me, and I look at the popular brand, “Alta Dex?” Seth asks, grabbing the box. I smile, “Those would work but Alta Megs are better but the same brand.” I walk a few more feet, “There is also Kandin cam and Bird eye scope.” Derrick nods, “Okay, let me ask you this, which one is THE best? We all promised Audrey and we don’t want to let her down.”

"My beast already gave you a direct command. Return to your cushion and shut your jaws right now!!" "Zack..." "Noble lady, our Silverclaw Healing Lodge does indeed guard the '78 Sendevision and the '82 Consaice vintages within our deep mountain cellars, but our pack only possesses two sacred flagons of each left in existence." The moonhall server tilts his head toward Amy, his elite training keeping his expression perfectly smooth and empty of any true warmth. Then he turns his entire body to face my mat, and his posture shifts into a deep, respectful bow.