Novel & Cerita Hindered By Tradition

That shadow I could never escape. I chuckled, though it sounded more bitter than amused. “Ah, so we’re back to that conversation again. Marriage, the sacred chain you’re so eager to lock around my neck.” Father’s fork clattered onto his plate. His eyes narrowed, steel-grey and sharp. “Don’t mock what you don’t understand. Every generation before you has respected tradition. And now it falls on you to carry it forward.” Of course tradition. That word again, like a noose disguised in silk.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you or anything, and I hope you understand that. But this is my home, Chris. Moonstone may have its flaws, but it’s where I belong.” Chris was silent for some time before he turned back to face me. “I understand. But we can’t be together here. Because of…” He sighed and made air quotes with his fingers. “Tradition.” I sighed and passed my hand over my face. “I know. That’s why it’s so tricky.”

another voice said—this one intrigued rather than hostile. "I'm talking about evolution," I corrected. "Traditions exist for reasons, and many of those reasons remain valid. But when traditions exclude capable individuals based solely on arbitrary characteristics, when they limit our potential rather than enhance it, then maybe it's time to examine whether we're honoring tradition or hiding behind it."

Interwoven into the structure itself. Theo’s voice lowered slightly. “And if I refuse it?” he asked. The council room went still again. Not because the question was unexpected. But because the answer was already known. The elder council member spoke carefully. “Refusal does not erase it,” he said. “It only creates conflict between authority and tradition.” That sentence landed heavily in the space. Theo understood immediately. This was not a rule that could simply be removed. It was embedded. Not just in law. But in identity.

"With the wisdom this court clearly lacks!" "Are we to be held accountable for protecting Nochten values now?" Sir Harrol's hand never leaves his sword pommel, fingers drumming a threatening rhythm. "For upholding what has always worked?" "She punishes tradition itself—" "The girl doesn't understand—" "Someone must counsel her—" "This is what comes when you only have a woman on the throne—"

He’d received a little backlash from the elders when they’d not been allowed to perform their duties. This round of pups hopefully would make many happy if they did things a little more traditionally. It wasn’t as important to Malcolm as much right now, but he could understand that some may need to cling to tradition, so they don’t end up adrift in the blank darkness of an unknown future.

Jenny asked with a mix of relief and uncertainty in her voice. I stood there, contemplating the path ahead, my mind became a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. The best approach to this matter was to marry Jenny but the weight of tradition and societal expectations pressed upon me, making it difficult to see a clear way forward. How could I defy the norms and expectations of the council?

“They say tradition exists for a reason. That maybe things were better before.” A slow breath leaves me as I choose my words carefully. “Tradition is just the shape something used to take,” I tell her. “It doesn’t decide what is right forever. Your father and I didn’t choose an easy path. We lost things. We fought things. But we also built something better. Something that didn’t exist before us.” “Even if it made people angry?” she asks. “Especially then,” I say softly. “Because change always makes people uncomfortable. But comfort isn’t the same as truth.”

I will not repeat the same mistake I made with Zora. The elders and those that have lived before me must have surely gotten it wrong to place a ban on such powers of great magnitude, burning everyone found with dark powers of any sort. Well, that is their tradition, and tradition is the culture, the way of life of the dead. I’m alive, I ain’t dead, so I’m gonna just rustle up my own tradition, crafting it to whatever suits me, and if that means putting the old tradition, the culture of the dead in the trash, then so be it.

"Trade routes that had been disrupted for generations are flowing again." "Amazing what happens when people feel they have a voice in governance," I observed mildly, sipping the champagne. Minister Volkov cleared his throat. "There are still concerns among some of the older families, Your Majesty. Traditions that have stood for centuries aren't easily set aside." "Nor should they be," I agreed, "if they serve the greater good. But traditions that serve only to divide us?" I shook my head slightly. "Those must evolve." Lord Renault's expression remained carefully neutral, but I caught the slight tightening around his eyes. He had been slower to embrace our reforms than some, though never open