The Honoured One Novels & Stories

His head tilted to the side, with a smirk he quickly replied, “What of your honour?” I gasped and stood still in the middle of the park, discarding his red-coated arm. “My honour is absolutely none of your business. I shall return to the carriage at once. I shall do everything in my power to ensure Kitty sees the light of your nature. Good evening to you.” I could not help my voice raising, growing almost shrill in panic as I gestured back to the party, “I will make sure every person in that ballroom knows your nature!”

The defender was happy but the prosecutor was flaring up in rage. The crowd once more stood up to respect the supreme body seated before them as they bowed. I stood up to leave but something pushed me back. I walked few centimeters and bowed to the amazement of the crowd. The photographers took a snapshot of that moment no matter how brief it was. And I quickly walked through the adjoining doors that welcomed freedom to my nostrils. NARRATOR'S POV

River blinks, and then he laughs, the sound rich and disbelieving. “Impossible,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “As always, you’re mistaken, Maerilee. I’m your One. Not some—” he gestures vaguely toward the door, “—servant.” I bristle at his dismissal of Akin, my temper flaring again. “You don’t know that. You can’t just decide you’re my One because it’s convenient for you.” He pushes off the wall, stepping closer, and I can see the determination in his eyes.

We exchanged nods, silently acknowledging our shared presence in this crucial meeting. The head elder cleared her throat, commanding attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here today to address a matter of utmost importance," she began, her voice resonating through the chamber. "Recent information has come to our attention regarding the late Alpha Theon, the tyrant whom Kyle valiantly defeated."

All I can say is, Hunger Games eat your heart out. “Tonight we are, of course, honoured to have our guest of honour grace us with her presence this evening. Our first and only three-time winning champion, the lovely and deadly, Blackheart,” he says proudly as he gestures to me while the room claps. I nod graciously to Hexton and the room of people who are calculating all the ways to kill me. Laughable for Hexton to make it sound like I or anyone else here had a choice in showing up.

Finally, the master of ceremonies stepped up to the grand podium at the front of the ballroom, tapping his glass to get everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen," the man announced, his voice echoing over the loud speakers. "Tonight, we honor the incredible work done by the Eryndor Omega Protection Fund!" The crowd broke into loud, thunderous applause. My heart hammered against my ribs. Even though Nyra took over the title, everyone knew I had built that foundation. I expected Leon to at least escort me up there to receive the honor together as the royal couple. "To accept this prestigious award on behalf of the crown," the host continued, smiling brightly, "please welcome King Leon and h

Where the brown and red intersected the feathers were an unusually vibrant shade of yellow. “How about Astora?” The baby Halequin chirped again and hopped up on Faline’s knee, allowing her to once again lightly pet its head. Faline decided the interaction was a sign of acceptance. ~O~O~O~ "HONOR the pride of the Kingdom. Honor the friendship with the King. Honor the citizen of Demetrius."

Killing was hard, he determined. It was a memory he would rather forget, but could not. Quickstep wished that it would get better with time. "Please forgive their rudeness, Your Excellency. They have not died and will be fine after a moment of rest. I am Octavio. It's my honor to be standing before your eternal presence." The loud voiced person answered Quickstep. He cupped his hand and bowed his head a little during the introduction.

I nodded to him, but our attention returned to the front when someone walked in. “Oh, good!” Mr. Hing waved him in. “Everyone, this is Hugo. I understand you were late yesterday?” Hugo nodded uncomfortably. “Sorry.” Mr. Hing chuckled. “You didn’t miss anything. I have a seat open for you, over by Natalia. Natalia, raise your hand.”

I kept on mentioning her name without meaning to. “She’s dignified. She carried enough power. She can command attention. Do you see the eyes of the men whenever she’s around, My Queen? All are looking at her with awe. She's truly like a goddess.” “W-What about me? Do I command respect, Honora?” She did not answer. Her silence said it all. My heart sank. “I don't, right? That’s understandable.” I could not compete against Lady Bianca. That seemed impossible.