One Two Princes Kneel Before You Novels & Stories

“Show me everything.” Noble held his gaze for a long, trembling second. Then he nodded again. He pulled back just enough to break the contact of their foreheads as his hands came up to frame Princely’s face. His thumbs brushed Princely’s cheekbones, a gesture so tender it made Princely’s chest ache. Then Noble’s hands slid down, and he pushed at Princely’s shoulders. “Lie back,” Noble said. Princely went, lowering himself onto the floor. He watched as Noble shifted until he knelt over Princely until he was straddling him with his hips.

I looked around and saw the first prince. “Your highness,” I said, then I immediately stood up and curtsied. “No need to greet me, please… sit on the swing,” he said. I hesitantly looked at him, then even though I was confused, I still followed his order. “Is there any problem?” he asked. “There’s no problem at all,” I lied, then smiled at him. “It’s no good to tell a lie, my lady… you will not be sighing that deeply if you do not bear any problem,” he said, as he kneeled in front of me like a knight.

I didn't finish what I was about to say when he got off the chariot and went to the rioters. "Fuck!" I said and annoyed that he followed, I took a deep breath and watched what he would do. My forehead furrowed as he removed the handkerchief covering his nose and lips, people looked at his direction and their eyes widened. "The prince!" Immediately the people knelt before him except the men under my power.

Princess Melody apologized. “It’s okay, your highness. It’s our pleasure to wait for you.” Mom said. The prince and the princess sat down on the chairs but we are all still standing up. “Oh, I’m so sorry. You may all sit down now.” The princess said again. That’s the rule. You can’t sit yet if the royalties didn’t tell you to. You can’t eat if they didn’t tell you to. And also, you can’t look straight into their eyes when they are walking towards you. You should always bow your head down until they get to be in front of you.

"I will escort you to your room, First Princess." Sydnee blinked. She watched in amusement at the corner of her eyes, how the second prince's expression changed. It was said that both the crown prince and the second prince were great rivals. She almost held out her hand, when she saw Anthony at the corner of her eyes. Her expression changed, and then bowed to the crown prince. "Your highness, I would like to solve my necessity first," she reasoned out and maintained her gaze on the floor. Beads of sweat formed at her back. Just let her go, okay?

In the order of the heir to the throne so that the two of them would not be so formal in public. “Let’s greet the Prince and Princess first,” whispered Lucas, who before he bowed and put his lips close to Rosetta’s ears. The red-haired girl froze in shock before nodding stiffly like iron. At last, the two of them remained standing, waiting for Michael and Sarah. “Good night, Your Majesty,” all together bowed down to Lucas and Rosetta. “Lucas! Wassup?“ Prince Michael developed a pleasing smile and without the pleasantries of shaking Lucas’s hand.

Aiden turned to face her and knelt before her, his head bowed. "Arise, My Prince!" she commanded regally. He stood up and walked towards her sitting down on the throne beside her. The crowns were brought to the head priest and he gently grasped the silver crown and turned to the crowd, lifting the crown he displayed it for all. He turned to Aiden and placed the crown as Aiden bowed his head slightly.

A man approached— Holding the crown. Gold. Heavy. Unforgiving. “This is not how I wanted things to be,” I said softly. But loud enough for the world to hear. The man dropped to one knee. “Your Highness.” He rose slowly. Turning to the room. “Let all present stand witness,” he declared. “To the coronation of Princess Bella.” The room straightened. Still. Silent. “Princess Bella,” he said, turning back to me. “Take a knee.” I lowered myself slowly.

Ivy's POV “We’ll start with the greeting etiquette.” The playful lilt to Princess Sylvia’s voice immediately makes me tense, and I look at her cautiously, uncovering my own platter of food as she starts to explain. “Everyone must kneel before Lycan Royalty,” Princess Sylvia proclaims. “And for ladies such as yourself, a curtsey is required. You must cross your legs and bend in a half-squat position, as low to the ground as possible. Keep your back straight, and every movement dainty and graceful. You do not want to offend any member of the Lycan Royal Family with a disastrous curtsey. And, of course, your eyes should not ever meet royalty’s gaze. Your head must be lowered.”

Yeah… I’m gonna go with we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto, Phoenix mutters. Don’t call me Toto, I growl. He grins—and suddenly, we’re in front of Queen Titania and King Oberyn. We kneel, ignoring the seats the stewards pulled out. One hand behind us, one to our chests, heads bowed—the old Seelie sign of subservience and honor. We were drilled on this for weeks. The exact tilt of the head. The precise 90-degree bend of the knee. Perfect posture. No mistakes. Titania claps, delighted, her voice rising in pitch.