Medieval Noble Houses Novels & Stories

"That's why I never asked anything about your company, but the Montferrat family is an ancient and massive family in Deinsland. Back then... some of my comrades died because of them..." Nicole's eyes suddenly became forlorn, and Jared immediately realized that Nicole may have had a confrontation with the Montferrat family before.

After dealing with those guys that were trying to rape the lady, I was invited into her house. Apparently she was a noble, ans she were in a little bit of a situation of herself, The house itself, were old, the sign of aged were apparent here and there, cracked walls, old furniture, lack of silvery and golds, shows that this noble house were poor, and they have been for a long time. But still the house were neat and organized, despite the run down, they clean their house and keep them organized.

“No matter. You see, I once knew a noble; a mage of dumbfounding prowess—bless his soul—who couldn’t condone this level of hubris with which you display this stupidity. He was quite the noble who taught me that nobility extends well beyond the reach of noble blood. You see, he showed that to be a noble was to hold oneself in an esteem well above that of others. To be able to walk into a room and have heads turn upon entry as easily as walk in without notice. That to be noble was to possess a noble sense, one that did not prove it was superior but simply knew it was. Sadly, the belief that nobles of the higher classes do not squabble so is delusional at best. No. It’s because they’ve come to

The kid’s undeniably appealing to the eyes of the women, he thought. Upon reaching the Upper Ring, the knights guarding the huge archway signaled the two unrecognized men to halt. The silver chest plates of the knights had been carved with a wolf… and on top of their plate hands had carved claws. Kael glanced at the high walls where blue-colored banners hung, depicting the figure of a wolf—the underlying symbol of House Randell. After the fall of the Aragons eighteen years ago, the Randells rose into power. They’ve been currently the wealthiest and most powerful noble house in Glacia, owning more than a quarter of the country’s wealth.

At the copied handwriting, his father's and Rowan's, the neat documentation of a massacre and the small defiant annotation of one survivor. "Tell me about the noble houses," she said. "The three that had alliance bonds with the Vales. What happened to them?" He'd been dreading this part. "House Aldenmoor was the most powerful of the three. Old family, significant landholdings in the north, strong independent military force. Within three months of the Purge—" He found the page. "There was an outbreak of a hemorrhagic fever in their northern estates. It killed the head of the house, two of his sons, and roughly a third of their fighting force."

Those so-called noble families. They had lineages stretching back centuries, even millennia. Nonetheless, even the 'terrestrial titles' ranked families were a cut above someone's garden-variety rich and influential clans. In Mareno City, the Sabine family's power was unmatched. Even if someone lumped together the four top families, including the Browns, they would not have held a candle to the Sabines. In fact, those four families were pretty much the Sabines' underlings from the get-go.

The following day, Horizon Estate grew even more crowded, with several noble families from Ebonflow arriving. These noble families, by all rights, should have been the most opposed to upheaval, for only in times of peace and prosperity could they enjoy their wealth and titles. However, after decades of existence, their titles had dwindled from dukes to marquises. Some even faced the looming possibility of having their titles stripped away. Naturally, anxiety began to creep in. After all, they had once been at the height of their power.

"We need the Elsher Cartel to intervene." Diego’s eyes landed on Dutton. "The Mortensen family is one of the oldest noble houses. Don’t tell me you can’t even keep the new families in check?" Dutton didn’t react much, but his voice carried weariness. "There’s been a massive reshuffling among the noble families in Avenlith for years. At first, the newcomers kept their heads down. Most of them now serve under the Yale family, and they’ve only grown more arrogant in the past decade. The Ledger family stayed low-profile, but the rest of us? We’re isolated.”