Legal Courtesan Meaning Novels & Stories

I’d never been to the courthouse before. Even when Marcus told me that he was going to meet someone there during our date night, I remained in the car and didn’t even bother to step out. The courthouse was a great stone structure, with tall columns that looked like they belonged in a coliseum than anything else. There were a few Latin sentences written overhead, but I barely paid attention to them as I walked into the building. “Remember, we’re only here for preliminary hearings,” Ciara said as we walked in together. “You don’t pay attention to anyone or anything. You do exactly what I tell you, and we’ll be out of here in no time.”

Cohen yelled angrily. "That's right!" There was a clanking noise as the law enforcement team answered. The sound of countless blades leaving their sheaths filled the air. "What do you mean by that, Mr. Gabbard?" Bartemius demanded angrily. Cohen clasped his hands behind his back and said, "In carrying out the command of Mr. Wentworth, I also have a duty to maintain safety, as I am a member of the Martial Arts Court." Apart from Bartemius, all the Lynches were dumbstruck with fear.

I was just begging him not to banish us from his town…now I'm scolding him. It looks like I'm exhausted of staying here! “I mean, you're the girl I'm courting…so you're my equal, don't bow to me!” “But everyone else is bowing to you!” “But you're not everyone else… you're my mate…I mean court girl” I frown. “Court girl?” What does he mean? “Yeah…I'm courting you, so you're my court girl” I shake my head…I don't understand whatever leaves this guy's mouth.

The two personalities were surrounded by a powerful aura, so the environment transformed when they walked in. The court's chief clerk greeted the two prominent figures. Could you please introduce yourself to the court and explain why you are late to court to His Majesty? Mrs Liticia Justice MacLean: My Lord, my name is Mrs Liticia Justice MacLean. My Lord, I am the counsel for the four defendants. I'd like to express my regret to my Lord and the court for my tardiness. To get here, my Lord, I've traveled approximately five million kilometers. I miscalculated my route and was late for my appointment. May my Lord look down on your servant with favor.

Esme's POV The courthouse stood like a fortress at the center of Nightfall, all stone columns and tall windows that let in cold morning light. I had never been inside before. But after leaving Soren's clinic, I couldn't go home. So I walked until my feet brought me here, where Lucian spent his days fighting battles with words instead of claws. A directory on the wall listed courtrooms by number. Courtroom Three. Lucian Delvin, Attorney at Law. Pack Territory Dispute Resolution.

Klempner's head tilts, forehead furrowing. "As I was saying..." continues Stanton, "... Justice. With a capital J. Everyone thinks they know what it means. And of course, officials such as myself, the judges and the courts, have the task of dispensing it." Where the hell's this going? I glance across to Richard. I'm fairly sure he's had something to do with whatever's going on, but as our eyes meet, he gives the smallest of shrugs... No idea... Stanton gulps more coffee, then drains it. Silently, I refill.