The Honoured One Novels & Stories

The Emperor concurred. I inclined my head towards him as well, almost repeating the same thing. "It is wonderful to meet you as well your highness." The Emperor waved his hand. "None of this your highness business. You will be family soon enough. You can call me Ovruk." "And me Elunise." The Empress chimed in, still smiling. So far it seemed as though they didn't wish me any ill will, but it could be a carefully crafted front. Be on your guard.

I could have truly doubted how I looked if the mirror hadn't given me the glimpse of my looks some minutes back then. " Good work done ladies, he said to the three ladies. " Thank you sir" they replied eagerly and they left our presence soon after. He turned to me after they exited the large hall, still checking me out without a word. He looked so good too in that his grey suit but I refused to tell him that. " Shall we?" he held his palm out to me and I followed him in silence. There was practically nothing to talk about, though I was itching to ask him if he's a prince ,a royal, and why Kelvin Osborne?!.

“You must never tell anyone of this place, and you cannot show your gratitude towards her for saving your life.” “The last one is a bit strange, but I will oblige her. Thank you, Marlon. I will repay you.” “Restoring my mens honor is all the repayment I seek , Your Highness.” “Then you shall have it. Hopefully, we will have more answers, soon.” She said, referring to their trip tomorrow.

"I'm sorry milord, but I…" "I'll be damned! The prince. Oh good gracious. The Moon Goddess has answered my prayer. The heir has come at last. Everyone, hail the prince." Everyone kneels and even the smallest among the groups bow their heads. Harry at the same time was confused and Lady Maria smiled. David and Anna looked at each other in question.

A lot of meat dishes, some of them cooked pretty much rare. Hoards of servants went around serving wine and other titbits to the lords and ladies. A group of bards were playing various instruments and a pretty lady was singing a soulful song. The whole ambience was simply breathtaking. It took her a moment to realise she was standing on top of a long staircase, looking down at the activities below. A well dressed and rather stiff man standing on top of the stairs jumped to his attention and cleared his throat to announce. "Introducing the Honouree, her highness lady Rhiannon, Mate of the Alpha Crown Prince Vasilios and the future Luna of Arcadia."

The old man who had been steadily sitting on the fishing platform the entire time finally stood up. Seeing him stand up, the prince wearing black-framed glasses stood up directly. He said urgently, "Your honor, you must be careful. You are the patron saint of our Sunfall Empire. If anything happens to you, I won't be able to redeem myself even if I die a hundred times!" The old man laughed coldly and said, "Little Fellow, you're looking down on me too much. If I'm unable to deal with this piece of trash, then doesn't that mean that he's already standing at the peak of humanity? He's an alien?"

The entire hall erupted into excitement. And when I finally looked up— My breath caught. Every Moon Guardian had gone down on one knee. Their right hands rested firmly over their hearts. Their heads lowered respectfully. Not in fear. Not in obligation. But in reverence. And for the first time in my life— The girl they had called trash. The girl they had mocked. The girl they had thrown away— Was being acknowledged. Accepted. Honored. As the Chosen One.

“The Steinhart have finally returned to their peak.” I tilted her chin up with two fingers, locking eyes. “She’s the Blessed Luna,” I whispered, voice cracking with reverence. “And she has just had her final awakened.”

She gave me a shy smile that made my heart beat in ways it really wasn’t supposed to. The head table was slowly served by the servants. They each were given a goblet of the ceremonial wine, from the special barrels blessed during the evening, to drink from as they gave their thanks and drank as the pack looked upon their loyalty and devotion. It was simple and beautiful, a reminder that every pack member mattered, every past achievement warranted honour. “For this pack to allow me, Marcus the Baker, this honor, I give thanks,” said a shivering older man. "May the Moon Goddess grant the Alpha and Luna wisdom and strength."

I will walk in just before they come in, serving as the she-wolf of honor. As the glam team wraps up their final touches, there’s a hushed excitement in the room. The grandmothers and mothers, dabbing at happy tears, are finally satisfied with their makeup retouches and head out, each one beaming. My dad and the grandfathers wait outside to escort them into the ceremony, each looking as proud as if it were their own mating ceremony. Aunt Alice, with Tara and Uncle Carlton by her side, is close behind, ready to make her entrance. I’ll walk just before them, the official “she-wolf of honor,” a title I never thought I’d be so proud of.