Novel & Cerita Lullaby Of Obedience

- I say and my arms fall forward at finally being free. I threaten to turn around but he grabs my arms and holds me back to the wall with him holding me. - I didn't tell you to turn around. - He says close to my ear and I struggle to let go. - You must learn to obey rules and orders, of course, if you want to stay alive. "You will learn to obey and follow orders, by hook or by crook. We command, you obey" - I will not follow orders, especially from people who feel the authority of the place, from men. If you expect me to feel like a good puppy, spare your efforts, I won't follow you. - I say rudely to him who turns me brutally.

She stuttered as she held onto the knob, tightly. " Why do you love to disobey my orders. I personally made it an order that you shouldn't be allowed to go out of this palace and you chose to ignore my orders?! "He growled angrily at her. " I...I only escorted Bella... I never intended on disobeying your orders.." Nayla tried to explain herself without stuttering so that she wouldn't show she was scared but like earlier, she couldn't stop herself from the stammering. He was just too intimidating and shuddery.

“I cannot breathe. I cannot move. My babies are bleeding. Please do not do this. Please do not kill them. I will do anything. I swear I will do anything. Just do not let them die. Please.” His face shoved close to mine. His breath was hot and rotten and I wanted to vomit. His eyes were cold and cruel and I knew he loved this. He wanted me to beg. He wanted me to shatter. “Shut up Lyra,” he growled. “You will do as I say. You will walk. You will obey. Or I will let you bleed out right here while I watch you die.”

If all it took was my obedience, then they would have it. “Alright, little huntress. Now that you understand the position you are in. I want you to sing.” He hummed for a moment. “I want you to sing that number…oh what was it….it was Maximillion’s favorite. The one in Italian that you sang when he died.”

he nodded his head I started singing the lullaby Lullaby, and good night, in the skies stars are bright May the moon, silvery beams, bring you with dreams Close you eyes, now and rest, may these hours be blessed Till the sky's bright with dawn, when you wake with a yawn Lullaby, and good night, you are mother's delight I'll protect you from harm, and you'll wake in my arms Sleepyhead, close your eyes, for I'm right beside you Guardian angels are near, so sleep without fear Lullaby, and good night, with roses be-dight Lilies o'er head, lay thee down in thy bed Lullaby, and good night, you are mother's delight

The air itself seems to tighten around his words. Then his eyes catch the light—pale green for a flicker. A strange pressure hits me in the chest. Not quite fear, not quite instinct. Just… the urge to yield. It’s not the same pull she had though—hers was magnetic, consuming. And just like that, every man obeys. Heads bow, shoulders fall. The change rolls through them like a silent tide, obedience spreading from one to the next until the room feels drained of sound, of defiance.

Children clung to their mothers, mimicking the same quiet obedience. Draven stood at the head of the table, a towering figure of command. “Raise your cups,” he barked. “To strength. To loyalty. To obedience.” The hall roared with voices. I sat stiffly at his side, the weight of every eye pressing down on me. The words scraped against my skin, obedience echoing like a chain. And then, as if fate itself tested me, a young girl stumbled while pouring wine for one of the warriors. The goblet tipped, spilling red across the man’s lap.

“It won’t.” He straightened. “This isn’t about me.” “It always is,” I snapped and the smile on his face vanished. In an instant, his hand gripped my throat and I was choking on my own spit. But did I let that stop me? “You want obedience,” I continued, my voice coming out forced and shaky. “Not loyalty. Loyalty end up having cracks, but obedience doesn’t.” His eyes lightened and the smile was back. “You’re smarter than I expected.”

"He's such a pain in the ass. Even after the mods, he still sneaks out behind my back!" That night, Dad stopped outside my room and issued another command. "You're not allowed to sleep tonight. As punishment, stand outside your door and reflect on what you did wrong by sneaking out." I nodded and walked to the doorway, standing there without moving an inch. The next morning, Dad woke up and saw me still standing in the same position as the night before. Satisfaction appeared on his face. "That's more like it. You look much better when you're obedient," he said. "If you dare disobey me again, your punishment will be doubled."

The trace of hesitation in his eyes was once again buried under disgust. "Bind her to a chair," he barked at the servants. "I want to see how she is going to self-harm now!" Two strong servants dragged me up roughly and used coarse hemp rope to wind around me again and again, tying me tightly to a chair in the living room. I could not move at all. Gavin shot me a cold glance, then helped Lydia upstairs. Back in the study, the moment he sat down, a strange sense of restraint spread throughout his body. His bones, his muscles, every joint felt as if they were being tightly bound by invisible ropes, making it hard for him even to breathe.