Procession Of The Nobles 소설 & 이야기

They were not bound by the solemnity of the moment, nor did they grant the blood time to congeal before they began weaving their plans. In a far corner, the nobles huddled together, their opulent robes billowing around them, shielding them from the crimson testament to their rebellion. Their shoes, polished to a mirror-like gleam, remained unsullied, a stark contrast to the fallen king at their feet. It was as though they had shed the last vestiges of humanity, consumed by the ravenous hunger for power.

They stood against the walls with their weapons lowered, their eyes wide as they watched the procession pass. In the lead walked Prince Kael and Seraphina, their hands locked tightly together. Right behind them walked Prince Jaxon, his dark head bowed in quiet dignity, his hands resting empty at his sides. Behind Jaxon came Lucan and four palace guards, roughly shoving Lord Garrick forward. Heavy iron chains wrapped around Garrick’s wrists and ankles, clinking with a loud, harsh metallic sound against the polished floor. Lady Aurora walked right beside her father, her fine ivory silk dress torn at the hem, her golden hair messy, and her eyes swollen and red from crying hysterically.

On their shoulders, was a massive palanquin that honestly looked like a living room of sorts. Sitting atop a large chair on the palanquin, was a young man donning black robes, and following the group on both sides were two old men. Any pedestrians whom they passed by instantly bowed at the magnificent procession. It was Gerald’s first time seeing such a dominant array as well. After all, even emperors during ancient times didn’t travel about atop palanquins carried by thirty-two people. “Is he the young lord?” asked Gerald with a frigid tone.

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

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.