Procession Of The Nobles Novels & Stories

The loud classic dance music was playing beautifully as commoners came out to dance, their play and cheerful dance as nobles sips from the expensive glass cup. Like they were watching some group of unwanted people performing for them. Clowns! Despite the commoners were invited in the Grand Ball of the crown prince/ engagement party of between the Crown prince and the General daughter. One could sense a through see the deep intimidation and discrimination of the noble/royalties towards the normal plain looking people.

Of course there was a chance that he wouldn’t do anything, but like any good predator Hector was unpredictable and so I wasn’t going to risk it. He didn’t reply to me immediately. Instead, I watched him methodically rinse his hands and face clean of blood at a sink I hadn’t noticed. “How much do you know about the Triumph Procession?” I blinked, not sure that I had heard correctly because he’d asked me that question seemingly out of nowhere. Triumph processions were spectacles held after any win, and according to tradition it was the job of the Luna to dress like the Moon Goddess in a procession. She was to fulfil the most important rituals in the ceremony, giving offerings and praying that

He makes me happy, like Brixtius and Braxius, before him, and I want to explore my increasing feelings for him. Love is too strong to describe what I sense inside me, but it is getting close! Bryce leads us to the top deck, and the Mayor has taken the Princess's arm and began leading her on to the dock of Calais. Looks like the sycophants are arriving in droves. The harbor has become crowded with well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, paying homage to the daughter of Edward the Third of England. Joan mounts a white horse, and her royal procession through the streets of Calais towards the royal residence has begun.

Those storm-grey eyes were filled with something raw… but still unreadable. I looked away. “I’m ready,” I muttered to Theodore. He nudged the horse forward, and it began to move. I spotted Irene and a few other maids walking behind the procession, trailing several horses ridden by Lucien and a handful of high-ranking royal wolves. I had assumed everyone would be riding. “I’m sure you’re well aware my daughter and the king are uniting in three days’ time.” Theodore’s calm voice broke through my thoughts. I swallowed. Of course.