The Honoured One Mga Nobela at Kwento

She was still very conscious. I left my mother and paced over to the Alpha Queen now. I crouched before her and raised her gaze with a hand to her jaw for her to look at me. She smiled upon our eye contact. “Aha!” She muttered, smiling. “The Werewolf Champion herself— the Chosen One. What an honor it is to kneel before your presence. Not a lot of people experience such an instance like the one I’m having now.” She said, smirking now.

I don't see anything she needs to be smug about. "Tonight, we are celebrating our triumph over the dragon and we couldn't have done it without the help of the saintess, Lady Audrey von Garrick. Today, the royal family and the noble families of Allenscheid thank you for your great contribution in fighting the dragon. I hereby grant you the title of the saintess, the title grants you the rights and standing, the same as me." His Majesty announced. I looked at him shocked.

Oh, that sounds very elitist even to me, but I have to do it. It took her a while to answer but she was left with no choice but to nod after. "Honorem accipiam, mea domina." [I will take the honor, my lady.] I triumphantly smiled, satisfied. And she's smart. I know that what I am doing right now would cause me nothing in return but for once, I want to make a change. And for some reason, I am getting the feeling that Aurora will be of great help to me in the future.

And I wished sincerely that Ryan would see me. Then, I saw Noah climbing onto the stage with an unsettling smile on his face, and my heart skipped a beat. I turned away from Noah, turning my attention to the other officials who were climbing onto the stage to join me, their smiles warm and genuine. A woman with a head of silver hair stepped forward, a medallion in her hand, a proud smile on her face. "For your exemplary service and extraordinary dedication, we are pleased to present you with the title of the noble female architectural designer who will represent us around the world," she gripped my hand in a handshake. "Nobility recognizes you."

“Je ne suis pas digne de cet honneur [I am not worthy of this honor.]” I bow my head again as Hecate approaches us. She smells like incense and pottery still hot from a kiln. “My daughter Delilah.” She strokes her long, spindly fingers through Delilah’s light brown hair. “I am the one who does not deserve this honor. You’re still in your infancy and you have already accomplished so many feats. You have my respect and my blessings. One day, you will be the greatest witch the Earth has ever known. By my words, let it be.”

Since Dante was absent, his father, Elijah Harrington, had to step forward at that time. King Hassan asked his subordinate to get the Medal of Honor for him. An irregular octagon medal was placed in the royal blue box. The middle of the medal was stamped with the portrait of the founding father of Bruneigh, surrounded by petal-like decoration, and its rim was inlaid with shiny diamonds.

“It was my honor to serve you, Your Grace.” Lysandra’s smile was radiant as she continued, “For your swift action and loyalty, I declare a feast in your honor.” Allistair’s eyes lit up, surprise and gratitude evident in his voice. “A feast, Your Grace? I’m truly honored.” Lysandra nodded, her gaze unwavering. “Indeed. Our realm needs to celebrate the service of a loyal warrior.” Allistair’s chest swelled with pride, his voice sincere. “I shall do my utmost to serve you, Your Grace.”

Wearing only thin clothes, barefoot. “Welcome to the Kingdom of Voneveir!” That voice was so familiar in his ears. Alexis can never be wrong about it. It was his son, Allan. "Your Majesty, Do you have any last words for your people?" Being humiliated like a criminal who purged innocents, does he really deserve to receive such disgrace? “Your homeland whom you loved…” Remembering every sleepless night he had in order to manage every problem his kingdom is facing… “… your people whom you cherished… “

You could see the fear in all their eyes, see their bodies just quivering. “ There is no greater honour than dying in a fight for your people. I am ready to die in this field but I will die proud and happy yet know, I will die having left nothing but havoc. Don’t see this as your death, see this as the honour it is, defending your family and people. We will protect our people and land until the last breath we draw.” I said out, speaking from deep in my heart. The words were packed with much power, head held up high.

Thora enters with her one hand held in Daniel's and the other interlocked with a boy of 7. Her eyes looking around nervously. " Sir Volkan. Can you please do the honours?" The speaker says, motioning to the crown. And Volkan surprises everyone by taking the Mike and clearing his throat before beginning. " To do these honours today. I would like to call upon a special person." " Thora" He announces. Making her look up at him in shock. As everyone turns around to look at her. Offering her his open palms. He urges. " Thora. Can you please come here?"