Procession Of The Nobles 소설 & 이야기

For the first time that night, Violet managed to fade into the background, despite still being in front of the entire great hall. The nobles were getting eager for the night's next event—something Curzon hadn't mentioned to Violet—and no longer required her. The Blood King addressed the room, his voice booming. "Monarchs and nobles, let the Blood-letting begin! The moment you've been waiting all month for! Here are my gifts for your devoted service." The doors to the great hall opened again and two rows of elves walked in single file, each one bearing a different noble family's crest on the right side of their necks. Several more had the wolf of Ipsit stamped on their flesh. All marched to C

However, he just wanted to avoid Yvonne’s knowing it. Almost at the same time, tens of millions of guards set off from the old castle and rushed from all the roads to the houses in the city like a flood. There were so many teams and so many people, which made people felt their scalps go numb. In the procession, an ancient red wooden sedan chair was extremely eye-catching. Its decoration was not luxurious, but it was extremely large. The fat man was lying on it leisurely. His whole body was swaying, and he was in good spirits. There was also a worn-out crown hanging on his head...

I realized Elizabeth knew there ought to be people who would accuse Nathaniel, so she covered both crests to show both kingdoms were grieving the loss of their monarchs. The procession up the road to the palace was a solemn one, and holding my head high on that horse was the hardest thing I had to do in my life. I wanted to just jump off the horse and comfort the crying children in the street, but I had to stay strong for my people. To show them we can recover from this. No matter how much it may hurt at first.

In order to make way for the wedding carriage, other vehicles had been forbidden from accessing the route from the palace to the cathedral. Daisie looked out of the carriage—the streets were crowded with citizens, and they were all there to witness this grand scene. Nollace, sitting on the side, was wearing a double-breasted dark blue military jacket. He looked tall and broad, and there were two St. Patrick’s Stars on his epaulets, one on each side, a full set of medals on his chest, and other complicated decorations.

We were becoming comfortable around each other, and the realization made my chest tighten with a strange warmth. The trumpets blew, signaling the start of the procession. The royal family began to move through the cheering crowd, with Draken walking at the center of the formation and me stepping in right beside him. Kael kept a watchful distance to our left, while Thorne paced behind us, his sharp eyes scanning the railings like a hawk.

It is a tradition that must be done by any new crowded Royal. I led Ivy down the stairs of the throne, and our subjects bowed as we walked through. The people look happy, and excited. Even though inside of me all of that will soon change, especially once I come face to face with my banished brother. The procession ended in five hours, and it was time to party, and celebrate. There was a lot of drinking, and dancing. But in the midst of all of that, my eyes lingered everywhere, searching for the one that has my heart.

“You spent the last decade trying to be Joe’s right hand. I spent the last two years becoming his mirror. You think this is about experience? This is about blood. And his blood is my blood now. The procession is over. The coronation begins.” He did not wait for an answer. He turned his back on Victor Brandt, on the open grave, on the whispering sycophants, and walked toward the line of waiting cars. The first cold drops of rain began to fall, spattering against the granite headstones. The Black Procession was over. The war for fortune had just begun. —-

We stopped in our tracks, as the people around us began to murmur, their attention drawn to an approaching procession. "What is that?" Clara whispered, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Seems like a royal procession," I replied. I knew it was Marcus’s procession as Alpha king. He can enjoy the attention now, because by nightfall, he may not live through it. The procession moved closer, and I could see the banners bearing the crest of the royal family. “All hail Alpha King Marcus!” “Rest on Alpha Adonis and Queen Laurent!” The procession was nearing us and we could already see the other villagers taking their positions and bowing in honor and respect.

It was a moment of connection, as the princesses waved and the citizens offered their blessings, fostering a sense of shared purpose and hope for a brighter future. And so, the procession carried on, leaving behind a trail of hope and inspiration. The citizens of Tritania, touched by the presence of their leaders and the shared display of strength, continued to watch until the procession disappeared into the distance. Their hearts were filled with a renewed sense of unity and determination, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.

The noble guests returned to their seats, delighting in the royal banquet. The most crucial part of the engagement ceremony had passed. Servants adorned in pale yellow gowns, under Susanna's guidance, gracefully presented the guests with delectable food and exquisite wine. The ladies maintained their elegant movements, while the gentlemen endeavored to embody the essence of chivalry. It was a grand assembly of nobility, and the air was filled with an ever-increasing sense of joy. Under Prince Kral's guidance, I sat upon the throne, observing as the nobles gradually relinquished their refined decorum amidst the abundance of indulgences, allowing themselves to be consumed by pleasure.