Skyrim A Matter Of Pride Novels & Stories

"You are a princess. You are not a soldier. They will kill you." "I am an Ironmaw mate," I said. The words tasted strange in my mouth, but they were true. "If I bribe her, I prove I am weak. They will never respect me." "Respect does not matter if you are dead!" She grabbed my hands. Her palms were sweating. "Your father needs this alliance. You cannot ruin it over pride. Go to her and apologize. Beg if you have to."

Princess Lumia snapped at him, “Are you insane? Do you really want to be reduced to ashes?” “Who wouldn’t want to reach the Daeclon Rank? However, I’d rather walk a path of righteousness. If I become ungrateful, then so what if I enter the Daeclon Rank? What sets me apart from a wretched person?” Matias gritted his teeth, and his resolve was evident. “Leave! The longer you stay here, the greater the danger we face. Remember, from this moment on, we owe you nothing.”Warya also clenched his teeth.

I stood firm, emboldened by the unwavering love of my mates beside me, ready to face whatever darkness threatened to engulf us. Yelda stepped back, her eyes wide, as she grappled with the power we unleashed. The prayers of our ancestors rumbled in the air, a chorus that sent a shiver down my spine. Today, the royal Princess would not fall; I would rise as the leader I was meant to be, the true embodiment of the white wolf. And together, we would fight for our realm, home, and each other.

With those words, Frank slammed him heavily on the ground. While the cheater almost appeared unhurt, his coccyx was broken, and the rest of his spine was hurt as well. In fact, he could not feel anything beneath his waist! And with that, Frank started a speech. "Gentlemen, Mystic Sky Guild isn't a martial tournament. Also, Jada's strength aside, why can't she lead you, even if she were actually a frail woman? "This isn't BM Group. This is Mystic Sky Guild! It's a meritocracy here too, but there's different types of merits—being a good fighter is one, but virtue and wit trumps that.

Steven spotted the envy making her angry, so he profounded, "Love isn't something we give in return or coming for a reason. It's a feeling we couldn't define. I promise I care about you. But as a friend." Clara sighed, clearly denying that. "What's bothering you exactly? I'm also asking as a friend." Clara talked seriously, crossing her hand across her chest. "What should I choose when it comes to world or love?" His eyes gleamed with anxiety. Clara dropped her hand and leaned in before emphasizing the options, "Do you want to be a hero or a villain to the world?" "Hero." "Then sacrifice the love." "Huh?" Steven, shocked, shook his head, mumbling, "No! I can't live with her."

"Apparently, Diana was all out to get the deal to save her pride. She's even ready to accept immense losses." Tamaz shook his head in resentment, "was she mad?" He slammed his fists on the table while Maahir jumped from his chair in shock. "Have you lost it?" Maahir sort of asked warily. "You know what, let her presume that things were on her way." Maahir stared at him, "you mean...?" "Yes!" "I got it! Cheers." They exchanged a hi-fi in contentment. "But before it ends, we need to make her sacrifice her pride, ah."

Rhydian said, "you cannot win a physical fight. You are still recovering. Your body is too weak." "I know," I said. "But I am not going to let you fight my battles. You have given up enough for me." Rhydian's eyes searched mine. "Soren, this is not about pride. This is about survival. They will destroy you in that ring." "Maybe," I said. "But I am not going to stand aside and let you get hurt again. I am tired of people sacrificing themselves for me." Marik smiled. "Then you accept the challenge?"

flashes across the old woman’s face. “We question your loyalty, not your courage.” “And I question your wisdom,” I fire back. “The world is changing. The Boundless rose because the old ways were brittle and blind. Peace isn’t born from purity, it’s forged in fire and sacrifice. I’ve seen more honor in wolves than in thrones.” The air tightens, magic sparks and someone hisses. Then a voice cuts through the tension. “If you believe yourself worthy of the Crown, then prove it.” A young man steps forward from the shadows. He’s taller than me, all molten grace and muscle, with a sword of fire sheathed across his back.

"Anyway, even if I return your bite, it will only clear the last debt and the favor for this rescue is not counted." She withdrew her hand and put on her thick-skinned face. "I'm too indebted to you for this favor of rescuing me and I'm unable to repay, so I can only offer myself as repayment. Do you accept? Yes or No? No?" She felt a little proud. "If you don’t want to accept, then my debts are all cleared and we are even." "Why are you so proud when you offer yourself and is rejected? By right, you should feel ashamed." Jack smiled and was not bothered by her little tricks. Arya blushed, knew she would not be able to win him and picked up some popcorn to throw at him.

I’d told him to retire many times, but this job gives his joy, he’d told me. “Your mate has been escorted to your chambers and is in your room as commanded,” he informed me. I nodded my head but said nothing “Congratulations Prince, the moon goddess finally answered our prayers. I wondered why you spared her life despite what she did, but it all makes sense now,” he finished. Smythe hardly ever made small talks around me, but I understand the news of finding my mate will bring him joy, as well as many others. I spared him a glance but didn’t say any words.