On Your Knees Your Highness Novels & Stories

Immediately, those below the platform went on one knee, hands across their chests, except the group of seven whose sceptre ends were still tapping the ground. Another group who didn’t kneel at all was the music crew headed by Prince Peter. They only stopped making music and bowed their heads solemnly, saluting the king just like the others. “We welcome His Royal Majesty. Wishing him long life and prosperity and the wisdom to govern!” the subjects chorused while the king sat down on the throne. His right-hand man, Louis Frost stood on the right side beside the throne with a solemn face. “Rise!” King Vellio commanded with a regal tone and the kneeling subjects did so. Those who didn't kneel si

My knee bent as I curtsied, my head bowed. “My king.” I greeted; my voice soft like silk. My head tipped up, my eyes falling on his face, eyes arresting mine. My smile was to blind him and blinded he was but I would not waste all that beauty on him. I straightened up, breaking from his eyes and robbing him of my sight. My body was turned. I was putting on a show, wasn’t I? I curtsied even lower. “Your highness,” I said, biting my lip to let it escape.

I had to clench my hands into fists to stop myself from clapping as we landed on the ground. It didn’t take long for almost all of them to notice our arrival. They halted their activities, turned to us, and dropped to one of their knees, saying, “Welcome back, Your Excellency!” The High Lord merely motioned his hand up, which the knights took as his command, all rising up to their feet. “Seems like everyone is a bit more worked up today,” he commented, craning his head from right to left, observing the field. “Though, I hope nothing is severely damaged.”

Slowly his fingers touched the strands of my hair tucking them behind my ear. “The slaves do not have the authority to accept or object. They just do what their master says,” His lips moved in sync and my stomach fluttered. God knew what kind of feeling this was. I never felt it. It was like his aura was killing me in a different way. The people in the hall laughed. “On your knees,” His hot and slow voice ordered and I felt knots in my stomach. I blinked nervously. “His highness ordered you to be on your knees, right now,” The slave master interrupted with an egoistic tone.

Oliver knew right away that his highness was pissed and immediately kneeled on the floor making Ives kneel with him. "I am sorry, your highness. Please forgive me and my son for our impolite behaviour." Ives was really in confusion. Why was his father kneeling like this? And why was he made to kneel down too? Why is his father calling Raleigh his highness? Ives looked confusingly at king Raleigh. Oliver saw his son looking at king Raleigh and almost died of a heart attack. He hurriedly made Ives head lower on the ground. He knew that no one was allowed to look at his highness directly. Why was his son courting death?

Hades' POV "Pleasure to meet you again, My Highness." "So am I. Anything you can say about them?" I remain bowing in front of him, with my knee touching the ground, right hand on my chest and head bowed. A simple thing to do to show respect to a man that's so great.

He looked like a king sitting fully dressed while I was buck naked but I knew once I had him in my mouth, I would be wielding the power. “On your knees, baby.” I could barely hear him. “Get down on your knees for me. Please.”

I keep my gaze on my new boots, focusing on not giving in to my body fear. ____________ On your knees - the king murmurs in a voice as soft as velvet. I should kneel down, but my pride won't let me. Even here, even in front of the royal family, my knees won't bend. ____________ No - I contest, gathering strength to raise my head. _____________ Do you like your cell? - He asks. His voice fills the hall, and the menacing tone of the words is clear as day. Still, I stand. He tilts his head and looks at me like I'm intriguing.

He releases my nipple and sinks to his knees making me gasp out in protest and shock. Seeing this man on his knees makes my pulse stutter. It’s not supposed to look like this, He’s built to loom, to command rooms without raising his voice. I know men like him don’t lower themselves. They don’t bow, kneel, they don’t wait on anyone.. And yet here he is. And it’s an intoxicating sight to see.

“Your Majesty!” Your Majesty? The busy hands that filled my body suddenly lost their activity, as one of the maids suddenly prostrated herself in front of me. Actually resting her head on the floor, kowtowing to someone. 'But they're not kowtowing to me, are they? And what the hell was that? They're calling me Your Highness?' I thought absurdly. “A Luna's orders are my orders too. What will you do if that corset hurts our future baby? Would you be able to bring forth a new offspring greater than her?”