Fantasy Nobles Novels & Stories

She walked to the very edge of the platform, looking down at the trembling, kneeling sea of nobility. "The High Houses are dissolved," Natalia declared, her vocal authority dropping over the plaza like a physical hammer. "Your signet rings are scrap metal, and your deeds belong to the Royal Treasury. From this hour forward, you are no longer lords and ladies of the East. You are subjects of the Twin Thrones. If you wish to retain your lives, you will spend the next three moons working the agricultural fields you used to exploit, learning the exact weight of the soil that funded your luxury."

"And I will catch the rest eventually. The only question is whether you help me do it faster." She looked at the wall for a while. I waited because pushing too hard right now would make her shut down again. "The consortium" she finally said. "That is what they called themselves. A group of nobles from six different territories." "Names" I said. "Lord Vance you already have" she said. "Lord Harken from the Eastern Reaches. Lady Brynn from the Southern Coast. Lord Aldus and his brother Lord Crest from the Middle Territories. And Lord Fennick from the border region near the mountains."

She opened the list Mac gave her and started to look for the ingredients written on it. After getting all the ingredients on the list, Elena and Forest went further into the market. They studied the way people went about preparing for the royal banquet, both commoners and nobles alike. The female nobles all had their faces covered with a veil and had a maid or two flanking at their sides. Some were rude, some were quiet, letting their maid do everything for them. The commoners looked at them in awe, their faces bright as if seeing goddesses. There were also some male nobles. Some of them, Elena suspected, were the female nobles' brothers, while others could be their betrothed, or they were j

Standing beside her were her fierce ladies, wearing those veils as their princess. Prince Jion halted and climbed down his stallion as the two lords did likewise. They slightly bowed down to the princess and looked at the ladies beside her. The lords wondered prince Jion’s words…these two fierce ladies, in animal skin, holding such dangerous artilleries with them…did actually earn the royal prince compliment?

They came from the Drachentia Kingdom's border region which was near the palace, as well as the border gate in the rural area, in greater numbers than the soldiers had ever handled. Maftah started deploying knights belonging to noble families to help suppress the appearance of monsters. No noble family can oppose a decree from their King, but that doesn't mean they are willing to lend their private knights completely to the palace. Most of them only sent a quarter of the number of knights they had, while the rest were positioned to guard their property. Maftah could not rebuke the actions of the nobles for fear that it would backfire on him. "Dylan? Where is Dylan now?” Maftah got up from hi

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The nobles were seated in curved rows along the walls, like an ocean of judgmental faces. Alessia recognized some by description. Men in rich crimson, their cloaks lined in fur and iron stitching—Ignis nobles. They held themselves like sparks waiting to ignite. Women in pale blues and whites—Aqua scholars, their eyes sharp and calculating. Terra warriors wearing heavy earth-toned armor. Eurus diplomats in flowing silver. Lux priests with golden patterns painted across their foreheads. And at the highest row, shrouded in darker garments —Caligo observers that have sharp eyes, quiet and watchful.

Noelle, Asty, and Mrs. Pickinns descended from their carriage after arriving at the Palace of Chesterfawn. With glimmering eyes, Noelle and Asty obsequiously stared at the Nobles which displayed beautiful and shimmering regalias. Dresses that are handwoven with sequins and beads which glowed in assonance of the lights. Noelle and Asty stared as the Nobles ascend the beautiful golden glass staircase that led to Palace's gates.

They were not bound by the solemnity of the moment, nor did they grant the blood time to congeal before they began weaving their plans. In a far corner, the nobles huddled together, their opulent robes billowing around them, shielding them from the crimson testament to their rebellion. Their shoes, polished to a mirror-like gleam, remained unsullied, a stark contrast to the fallen king at their feet. It was as though they had shed the last vestiges of humanity, consumed by the ravenous hunger for power.

“So lessers aren’t really servants they are just people who messed up?” “Pretty much.” He shrugged and put two lines in the second circle, “Mid bloods which are the most common by the way are just normal every day fae. I don’t know any other way to explain mid blood.” The third circle he put three lines, “Noble bloods are people who have excelled in something around other people. They aren’t necessarily better but they just did something noteworthy in their lives. We hold them in high respect sure but they don’t act better than anyone it’s more like a way for us to show our gratitude. You’d certainly trust a noble over a lesser but if the lesser has a better point you’d still listen. Make se