Novel & Cerita One Two Princes Kneel Before You

“Georgia… What are you doing? Please, get up.” Some guests walking in the hallway stopped to peer at us making me more embarrassed so I knelt too beside her to accompany her. The alpha king, the queen luna, and the alpha prince are the only ones that we should knelt before. “Alana, please hear me out. I know that what I am going to ask you now is unprecedented but please, can you ask the alpha prince to reject you?” It’s like I was suspended in the air and my mind is having a hard time to process what I just heard.

William is seated on the balcony, and beside him is an old man carrying a keg of ale and selling drinks to the spectators. "Sir Eldric Tarwood and Sir George Frosthold!" the announcer says. Shortly, the two knights arrived from each end of the arena. The two knelt before their King before arriving at the middle. William can see that the Princess locked her gaze only to Eldric, and thru his Sense, William feels she is excited and scared as he is.

The Second Prince introduced himself. "Your Highness, and Cloud, please sit down so that we'll have a nice conversation," Soheila said and guided them to the seat. Luna sat back on her seat. As they sat in front of the girls, the two Princes greeted the four men. "Wait, why are you calling me Your Highness when you call my brother his own name?" Claude asked. Soheila looked at him and said, "Your HIghness, you just introduced yourself and didn't tell us what to call you."

A knight promptly dropped to one knee, presenting a thick parchment scroll. “Everyone, bear witness. I shall read aloud the decree from His Majesty.” Instantly, all the accompanying knights dropped to their knees. Even the Count dismounted his horse; the old man sneered, leaning heavily against his cane as he bent one knee into the snow. Kaelus was entirely reluctant, but in the presence of an imperial decree, he had no choice but to dismount. The snow beneath his boots seemed to yield as the Northern ruler was forced to kneel before his sworn enemies.

My breath caught, understanding arriving a half-second before he confirmed it. He knelt. The crowd nearest us noticed first, a ripple of surprised silence spreading outward as the significance of an Alpha Prince kneeling in the same courtyard where he'd once rejected the woman in front of him became impossible to misread. The music faltered somewhere behind us, voices dropping into a hush that spread across the courtyard like water finding its level.

Richard says as he removes his crown and then his robe. He must step out of the castle walls today. He had never been out of the castle.He had tried countless number of times but the castle's security superceded his thinking capability. But today he breaks free, perhaps his father would take him more seriously. He smiles as his plan was falling into place. He listens attentively to the sounds of the Knight's boot as they approach him from behind. " My prince, the king request your presence in his court" one of the two knights says. They both kneel before the prince.

Then an entire cluster near the far wall. The sound of it ripples outward, knees hitting stone, heads bowing, hands pressed to chests in reverence so deep it steals my breath. “Your Majesty,” someone whispers. My heart stutters. I turn slowly to Kael. He looks… startled. Truly startled. “Don’t,” he says quietly, lifting a hand. “You don’t need to kneel, not after what we have all been through.” They kneel anyway. Every single one of them.

Peter’s hands were clenched so tightly the knuckles had gone white. He watched them exchange vows. He watched the ring slide onto her finger. He watched the crown lower onto her head while the hall rose in a standing ovation. The caption at the bottom of the screen read: *Queen Caroline Crowned Beside King Tyrone in Historic Dual Ceremony* Something inside Peter’s chest gave way.

The brother I saw was calm. But that might just be the calm before the storm. “Your Highness.” My guard barged into our room. I glared at him. he dropped to his knees lowering his head. “This better be good or you will be punished for your behaviour.” He hung his head even lower before speaking. “The second Prince met with Princess Malia outside the palace gates.”

“Kneel.” The word cracks across the silence like a command carved in stone. I stay on my feet. “On your knees,” another voice says, colder this time. “You stand before the Crown.” “I stand before frightened people,” I reply. A hand forces my shoulder down. I drop to one knee. Not in surrender. In calculation. They circle me, their voices steady, rehearsed. “Bless his rule.” “Speak his name.” “Confirm the One Who Hears.”