High Lords Meeting #acotar Novels & Stories

The last words she shouted pitifully were aimed at Fuschia. Maftah adjusted his armor as he stood up straight. "Lady Mountravven, Haddad still offers to stand by your side in this war." “… offer accepted.” *** It was an annoying night for some of the nobles living in the capital area because they were all summoned by their supposedly new king – who hadn't even done the crowning coronation, to attend the emergency noble meeting. For some nobles who serve as members of the royal council, or who are usually called the elders, sudden meetings like this are not something new.

Why I never thought of them upgrading their power was the fact that the three high lords would never let them do so. And then again, without them, there is no much easier way to fuck that pretty girl Natalia. The last time I met them, unaware in the dining and asked them what they thought about our deal. Their answer was that the day was not yet over, so why am I so impatient? Little did I know that they would be running off that same day afternoon.

Lord Mirelle sat in the center, and at the end, Lord Merrick. I kept my spine straight. Xander had taught me that. “Shoulders back. Chin up. You are the Consort... act like it.” He wasn’t here yet. He was supposed to be. The decree was his. But the Sun Wolves had hit the eastern border at dawn. He’d kissed my forehead and left before the sun was up. “I’ll be back before the council meets,” he’d promised. The council had started without him. “Consort Ashton,” the steward announced. My name echoed off the stone.

Yet it was enough. The young man's posture stiffened once again. His expression became unreadable. The moment had passed. Like sunlight hidden behind storm clouds. Far above the sanctuary, Blackthorn Palace descended further into chaos. The council chamber had become a battlefield of a different kind. No swords were drawn. Words were. Around the long obsidian table sat the remaining High Lords of the realm. Fear had stripped away their polished manners. Lord Cedric slammed both hands onto the table. "This is exactly what we warned the late king would happen!"

"Tell them we are having an emergency meeting right now. Do not invite Lady Veronica. She is no longer welcome in our circle." "With pleasure," Jacob grinned. He turned on his heel and disappeared down the stairs. Ten minutes later, the grand stone hall was packed with people. The air was thick with the smell of wet leather and old wood. More than thirty lords and pack leaders sat around the long, heavy table. They were whispering to each other in low, worried voices. They had all witnessed Lady Veronica’s loud threats in the courtyard, and they had all seen her run away. They were waiting to see what the Lycan princes would do next.

Sitting at the head of the table was the King and queen next to him and at the other end of the table were Marcelo and his beta. Marcelo’s eyes drifted between me and Kaleb, who was holding my hand now. I tried to remove my hand, but he pulls it back, gripping it too tight that I could feel my knuckles crack. “Shall we begin?” The king gestured for everyone to take their seats. >>> Two hours into the meeting, everyone is arguing about how Lycans are attacking small packs and not having to give them a chance to choose their packs. “I do what I have to do because it is for the best. People need leaders and…” One of the leaders from the south wanted to speak.

"And remember—calm, factual, unshakeable." "No pressure." "All the pressure. But you've handled worse." Inside, the great hall had been reconfigured. Instead of the circular table, there was now a formal stage with podiums for speakers and rows of seating for delegates. Every Alpha in the eastern territories was present, along with Council members, Lycan court officials, and various advisors. Elder Kaius sat at the head table, flanked by the Western Lycan King Aleksandr on one side and the Southern Lycan Queen Isadora on the other. The three most powerful supernatural authorities in North America, gathered to witness what happened next.

Lucas said. “You won’t believe this boss.” Robert began reporting about the High Councilor holding a tournament five days from now. He also told the boss of what they had heard about the Frostguarde. "So they've been gathered already?" Lucas's eyes were a bit surprised, but he still managed to keep his calm, serious expression. "You know them, boss?" Alice asked him. "It's just as what I've heard from one of my men working in the castle," Lucas replied while narrowing his eyes at his wine.

I asked, my eyes shut. "It's just a speculation, my lord. But he has no right to summon such a–" "I know I know," I cut in, heaving a sigh. "Hartley is a pain in the ass. Does any elder object to the meeting?" "Not at all, my lord. In fact, they're all in support of it." I rubbed my forehead. "Bloody hell."

I didn't miss, how seeing everyone bowing to me, Ace raised his brows at me for a few seconds before standing beside me. "Stand straight. You guys can continue with your work. Uncle Christian, I am going to my room to freshen up a bit. Henry, ask the chef to prepare something for me. We will meet in the meeting hall after forty minutes. You can call whoever you think we need to attend the meeting regarding these rogue pack attacks. This is a serious matter. If Alpha Ace wouldn't have been there, his subordinates and I would have lost our lives," I said with an expressionless face, and Uncle Christian sighed before looking at everyone. "You heard her. Call the committee and tell them we have