One Two Princes Kneel Before You Novels & Stories

Tj barks out in laughter “Relax, man. Don’t look so offended” Cole scrambles to his feet “That was just-I was not- he was-“ Tj finally looks up at me grinning “I was just trying to convince him to come to the Elite’s party tonight” I blink “You were on your knees” I pointed out “I beg with my whole body” Tj says proudly “it’s a talent” “Right” I say slowly “so the kneeling was motivational?” “YES” Cole snaps Tj nods “Very persuasive posture” “Okay then” I toss my bag to the other couch “What party are you going to tonight?”

In his wake is a deafening silence. “Ladies!” Queen Lauretta breaks the silence, a small smile on her face. “I apologize on behalf of Prince Zayne. He makes mistakes when he's drunk, please do not take his actions to heart.” She goes on with a long, boring speech she seems to have prepared in advance while I tune out. At least I am no longer the center of attention. Even the small man has forgotten about me. When order is restored, the crown prince addresses us next and he’s… kind? Responsible too.

The crowd parts for him without being told to, the way water parts for something too large and too certain to argue with. Beside me, I feel Draven go rigid, one hand curling slowly into a fist at his side. The King crosses the last of the distance and stops directly in front of me, close enough now that I have to tilt my head back to hold his gaze, close enough that the sheer presence radiating off him presses against my chest like something physical. For a long moment, neither of us says anything. The whole field holds its breath. Then, without a word of introduction, without so much as a glance at Draven or the Priestess or the Elders watching in stunned silence, he lowers himself to one k

she asked him. He looked at his right knee which was on the ground. “There’s a correct and wrong knee when proposing?” “Yes,” she said. “I read it from somewhere. You should kneel on your left knee, like the knights did in medieval times, when they show respect to royalty.” He grinned and kneeled on his left knee. “Sorry, I didn’t read that,” he apologized. “Now, that I’m kneeling on the correct knee, my princess, will you marry me and let me be your knight in shining armour as long as I live? And I don’t really care if your name means night, I will shine on you whenever it’s dark.”

the young crown prince smiled mournfully as he made his last request. “I will My Prince” the captain knelt down in obeisance. All the guards knelt down as well. All with their heads bowed. They didn’t want to see what was going to happen. “Then I can leave with a clear conscience” the prince said and prepared to take his life.

Nothing is impossible. "I hope he wins," I muttered to myself. It would make me feel much better if the Prince, who was secretly mocked and laughed at by people, became victorious. That would certainly give me renewed hope in life. Rejected people like us still matter. "All rise as the princes enter the dueling stage," the arbiter announced. We all rose to our feet as the two strikingly handsome princes entered the stage. According to the Starfall Pack's moon goddess rule, two alpha princes contending for the throne must engage in a duel fight, starting with a fierce fistfight. If there's no clear victor, they transform into wolves for a relentless battle.

Zayla swallowed hard, the weight of the words sinking into her chest. Irene continued, her tone laced with quiet venom. “One wrong glance and you could lose your tongue… or your life. People kneel when he passes not out of respect, but because they know what happens if they don’t.” Zayla’s mind raced. She hesitated, then asked softly, “Is… is there any prince in the palace who gets bullied? Treated badly?”

After all, the matter of whether she was a princess or not wasn’t solidified. “They kneeled believing that you are their princess. They are paying respect to you and they will only stand if the person they were paying respect to told them. Although am currently their prince and boss, there is nothing I can do for them. Even if I force them to stand, they won’t,” the prince explained making Rhiannon look at the servant curiously. “Does that mean if I don’t tell them to stand then I leave, they might continue kneeling?” she asked as she couldn’t believe that.

*It’s so degrading,* Laney says, in a low whisper. No shit, and this from a wolf that is always naked. I see some movement in the corner of my eye, and I can’t help but look. One by one, every … single male … every last one, kneels. “Your majesty, I killed Prince Caspian,” they all say, in unison. My jaw falls, and my eyes go wide. What?! I jerk my head back to the King, and this time I do focus on his face. It changes about ten times in the course of ten seconds before finally turning back to me.

“What do you wanna do to me?” He licks his lips. “Bad things. Really bad things.” My heart does yet another backflip. I recoil, realizing what I just walked into. “Nah-uh!” He chokes me. “There’s no going back now, Princess.” Ace pulls me to the chair. Sinking into it, he commands, “Kneel!” I stiffen. “Kneel before your master!” My legs give way under me. With a dull thud, my knees hit the floor.