Procession Of The Nobles Novels & Stories

It would seem they found themselves so superior they couldn't even be bothered to gaze upon the human cockroach. Christopher had a momentary lapse while he had been in thought, as he stepped through the doors his mind drifted back to reality and he came to a stop his eyes wandering around the room. ... "Wow... I must be popular." He murmured. All around the great hall were a few hundred people all dressed to impress. 'It looks as though every noble and their entire families are present.' And Christopher was right in believing so. Markous had arranged for every noble, and even their extended family to be present. He wished to make a point with this. No matter who it was, if you break the laws

I remained alert, head held high, heart racing. When the first beat of the drums echoed through the clearing, announcing the arrival of the Supreme Alpha, I felt my hands sweat in my thin gloves. I looked ahead, trying to appear calm. But inside... I was boiling. Today, finally, I would see his eyes again. The makeshift courtyard came alive as the first nobles began to arrive. Luxurious carriages, thoroughbred horses, and ornate costumes that looked like they cost an entire city. These were important families—not only from within our kingdom but from allied lands and neighboring territories.

THE PROCESSION At noon, the drums began.It was a slow, rhythmic thudding that vibrated in the soles of my feet. The guests hadalready been seated—hundreds of wolves from the allied packs, whispering, watching,waiting.I stood at the altar, waiting for the procession.First came the Crimson Guards. They marched into the clearing in perfect lockstep, theirred armor gleaming in the dappled sunlight. They lined the perimeter, turning their backsto the crowd, facing outward. Ostensibly to protect us. In reality, to box us in.Then came the Silencers. Six of them. Men and women with shaved heads and stitchedmouths, wearing gray robes. As they entered the grove, the air grew heavy. The birdsstopped si

Mugs, that’s the word. A royal funeral was also an occasion to present yourself before the people, claim your place at court. The procession was led by a servant of the Bright Saint, who walked through the city chanting prayers. He was followed by a carriage with the king’s coffin, driven by four black horses. Uncle’s closest family walked behind the coffin: Abigail and I. The queen was...

Riley grabbed my arm and we both broke into a sprint back to the cluster of wooden houses that formed our village. The annual procession had already began. People from all walks of life in Hartland trooped down the dirt road, following the royal carriage to the cemetery. Families carried mertle wreaths along with them to decorate the graves of their beloved ones. The size of each wreath could determine the social standing of that particular family.

I smiled as I went to kiss his hand, and Mad followed. “Princess Tara.” He was old, yet he was strong. “Son.” He then walked to the aisle. “And then the grandparents, if any, followed by the parents,” the coordinator continued. Claudia and Clementine walked together. “Their Majesties have been briefed and are aware of the procession. Now, it’s your turn, Prince Valentine. You’re escorting Her Majesty, the Queen.” “You're late,” I told him, smiling. “Just in time, sister.” He grinned at me.

Ansel joked. Danial and Kimberly got into the luxurious horse-drawn carriage, where the driver opened the door for them. After Danial and Kimberly were seated on the train, all the family got into their respective cars. They will take a procession to the city center, which is a common practice for royalty or noble descendants. During the procession, all the civilians lined the streets, taking happy portraits of Kim and Danial, then throwing flowers with stalks onto the streets where the procession passed. Danial and Kimberly had to wave and smile, even though it was the laziest thing for Danial to do.

"You have more than fear, Sera. I've watched you find it in that practice yard for two weeks straight. Trust that it's still there." The gates swung open at exactly the appointed hour, and Lord Corvane's procession entered with a kind of quiet, deliberate grandeur that made the earlier carriages of noble students look almost humble by comparison. No fanfare, no trumpets, nothing so crude as that. Just a single carriage, black lacquer polished to a mirror shine, drawn by four matched horses so perfectly still and disciplined they might have been carved from stone themselves.

New-money elites—those who had sided with Dimitri through years of market wars. On the other: the old bloodlines. Names whispered in histories, not headlines. Nobility too proud to die off. Aristocrats whose fortunes had faded, but whose venom had not. And tonight, both sides watched the trio entering together. Dimitri led with unflinching calm, his gaze cutting through the crowd. Anya kept pace beside him—her dress a quiet defiance, her steps sure. Between them, Zoe skipped lightly, small hand gripping her father’s fingers. The whispers began low:

The orderly line of the horses and carriages has long caught the attention of the citizens of the city that are currently passing by the main road that is next to the central square which is just diagonally across the city lord manor. The grand procession entered the gate of the city lord manor and stopped in front of the front porch. The leading carriage’s door opened and the figures of Raval and the other five of the sworn brothers descended one by one. Lyor was the second to descend down the carriage, but he instantly sprinted to Asha and Samel’s direction after seeing the two of them standing at the porch.