Noblesse Characters Novels & Stories

"They have always been very mysterious." "Aren’t nobles supposed to be very high-profiled?" I blurted out, unconvinced by her words. "High-profiled? I don’t understand, Your Majesty. They have never been. I hope you haven’t been lied to," she added after clarifying my doubts, causing heat to rush up to my ears. Without looking into the mirror, I knew they would be blood red. Thankfully, it was hidden under my updo. But wasn't it like that? The stories of overbearing nobles or rather overgrown babies in adult skin, causing deaths and throwing the words: 'Do you know who I am?' flashed past my mind. So they were lying.

Noelle, Asty, and Mrs. Pickinns descended from their carriage after arriving at the Palace of Chesterfawn. With glimmering eyes, Noelle and Asty obsequiously stared at the Nobles which displayed beautiful and shimmering regalias. Dresses that are handwoven with sequins and beads which glowed in assonance of the lights. Noelle and Asty stared as the Nobles ascend the beautiful golden glass staircase that led to Palace's gates.

Kahit mga nobles meron paring hierarchy. I decided to go in the right swing. Mas tahimik doon at wala masyadong tao na nakikita. I followed the pathway, masarap sa pakiramdam ang hangin dahil presko ito. Maraming puno na nasa gilid with matching benches. Sa dulo ng pathway ay naroroon ang parang mini garden kung saan nobles can throw tea parties. Pero sa pagkakaalam ko ay hindi ito masyadong pinulutahan dahil medyo malayo at tago. Nobles prefer wide spaces at mas madaling makita ng iba to flex everything they got. It means they have the wealth, power, and status.

They know that the long-awaited cash flow has arrived. Abelard disembarked from the chariot in clothes more modest than he could have worn, but the impression of aristocracy and nobility still clung tightly to the man. Just a few steps he walked into the dark alley, a woman with minimal clothes and cheap stinging perfume approached. The woman glared mischievously at Abelard. "I wonder, what is a young noble like you doing in a dirty place like this, sir?" she asked as she traced Abelard's broad shoulders with her pointed finger.

“It feels so good when you call me like this. It draws me back in time…” She touched his face with her fingertips, a feather-light caress that made his skin lift. “But we can’t go back,” she spelled out with a hint of sadness in her voice. “We’re not Ava and Fede now. We’re Ava, the ex-criminal, the murderer, and Federico Alberto Enrico di Altavilla e Portanova, the Prince Regent of Bartovia. Our paths lead us in opposite directions.” “It’s not enough, Ava,” Federico contended, running his tongue across his lips as he looked deep into her eyes. “I want more.”

“Me too.” “If the school wasn’t swayed by nobles they wouldn’t be bounding together the way they are,” he told them. “It’s only nobles. Do you see anyone else between them? It’s been designed so that even here they ostracize the commoners. The nobles do not get punished for it. Not even a slap on the wrist for the wrong they do.”

Wilson asked. “No, of course not! But the good ones are few are not powerful enough to curb this habits and behaviours. They are also maltreated by the rich greedy and wicked ones. Although they cannot be touched due to the king’s orders, they can still be treated like commoners and don’t have many rights unlike the very rich ones. One thing you should know, young boy, is that money can do anything. Especially in a society like this. By the way, these rich people are referred to as nobles.” Dale explained as he kept his head lower to the ground and told Wilson to do the same.

Another noble stood. "If a lord can be arrested without warning..." "...then every noble house is vulnerable." Commander Elara raised an eyebrow. "If every noble house obeys the law..." "...they have nothing to fear." Several nobles exchanged uncomfortable glances. Lord Benedict cleared his throat. "With respect, Commander..." "The nobility has governed these lands for centuries." "There are traditions." "There are privileges." Nova looked directly at him. "And there are responsibilities." The chamber became quiet. Cassian rose from his seat carrying several ancient books.

Roxanne paused for a moment before speaking more quietly, “many women must have approached you.” Killian remained silent as he listened. Then Roxanne added with a tone that sounded increasingly certain, “It’s impossible that you never did anything.” Killian’s gaze slowly turned strange, as though he did not know whether to feel annoyed or simply baffled by Roxanne’s certainty. “Do all men look like that in your eyes?” Roxanne answered immediately without hesitation. “Most nobles are like that.” And it was not a lie. In her previous life, Roxanne had seen it far too often herself.

“You are right. He is a nobleman. His name is Kingsley. He is twenty-nine.” I gasped at her words. “Twenty-nine? He is way older than Charlotte!” “Yes. Even though he comes from a very good background and his family is well off, their sons have a bad reputation. They are notorious, violent, abusive, and womanizers. In most cases, their females end up dead, half dead, or divorced with nowhere to go.” “Oh goddess, this is bad.” I stared at the file in my hand. “And lastly, yes, he does have an intimate relationship with Charlotte.” Oh goddess, what had she gotten herself into? How did she even meet this kind of man in the first place?