The Honoured One Mga Nobela at Kwento

I thought they would insult us more harshly, but it looks like they have cooled off a bit. "And from the west side! The team willing to show the whole meaning of being a noble to these invaders!" "Aaaaaand there he goes again... Ugh..." "A bunch of heroes led by a man who is well-known by the shield of the sea horse!" And for living in the shadow of his father... "A promising soldier! The man whose actions speak louder than his words! Please give your support to the golden sword! Lord Opherio Al Dominus!" Contrary to our case, the multitude gathered into claps of appraisal and enjoyment.

We don’t know what might happen. How did I come to this conclusion? The way the talk to each other. There were no honorifics. Everyone here is from the high society, honorific is very important. And ever since I wake up in this world, wala akong nakilala na minsang mang tumawag kay Lord Ethan na walang honorific title, nakikita man o wala si Lord Ethan. They always addresses him with Lord or any other honorific title because he is the line of succession of the next head Dukedom Emanuelle.

"My name is Rosalia Grevaldia, it is an honor for me to meet His Majesty Prince Nathan!" ***

Honour would obviously have high expectations from her as for what she knew. The throne was intimidating, leading madam towards it master's eyes were unbothered while he sat on the throne with his usual dominating aura first before making his woman sit next to him closely while holding her hand, gentlemanly. Master's Grandfather approached the royal pair with his eyes deep. Taking a scroll and handling it to the new bride emotionlessly he stood near the throne beside them. Unfurling the scroll, madam's oath was written on it. "I, Genelia Alejandro Garcia respecting the royal ancestors who previously once vowed to protect this throne with their mights, grant this title of honour with both my

The guard who spoke, cleared his throat. “He was bestowed with an honorable title by the Grand Preceptor. On this island, he's second only to the Grand Preceptor himself. He has authority to carry out The Grand Preceptor’s will.” He added, “So, when you disrespect him, you disrespect the lord above him.” Nanny Hagar and Delilah dropped to their knees, paralyzed with fear. “…Forgive us, milord, this servant meant no disrespect,” Nanny Hagar’s voice trembled, barely audible over the pounding of my own heart. Her hands shook as she pressed them together, bowing her head lower than I thought possible.

Celebrating achievements. "Senhor Dante Moretti. Recognized for extraordinary humanitarian contribution. Through the Isabela Foundation. Supporting single mothers and vulnerable children. Through international partnerships. Expanding impact globally. Through personal transformation. Demonstrating redemption is possible. Change is achievable. Good can emerge from darkness. Portugal honors your service. Your contribution. Your example. Your transformation. We present you. The Order of Prince Henry. Our highest civilian recognition. Our deepest gratitude. Our profound respect." The medal. Heavy. Beautiful. Historic. Representing centuries of Portuguese recognition. Of service acknowledged. Of c

Instead gestures for me to sit. “Proceed,” he says the minute we are seated. Varrin bows slightly and turns to the room. “Pack, we are honored to have you all here this evening. The Alpha honors us with his presence as well—and his chosen Luna.” Applause follows, polite and unexpectedly hollow. I smile because that’s what’s expected, though it feels like showing my throat. But left with no choice, I do it anyway. And just then, a lady walks in as all heads turn in her direction.

He introduced. Chandler. His name is Chandler. But he looks nothing like a Chandler. He seems fine... too fine. Maybe it's the way he wears clothes. It could be the material. It could be the bodyguards... I don't know. He had something familiar. He's probably as old as Liam. But I did miss something about this man. "I am Honour," I murmured taking his hand, afraid of what my brother would think. Considering my history, no one trusts me. Nothing new would happen about the trust issue with Travis.

They never expected such a grand event to be dedicated to them, especially right after the town has risen back from the ground. Of course, Marika teared up, while the other two barely curled their lips. The old hunchback Alessia allowed to fight didn't make it, but he was known to be one of the brave butchers that stayed behind to defend the village. Looks like his sacrifices will be remembered, after all, she thought.

“An honor to fulfill your wish. I your doll Winona, brought you the one that you currently seek, my Supreme God.” Winona bows in respect, proud and glad to finally introduce who she really is in front of Nate. The holder that didn’t expect to see the Supreme One, but is not scared to face HIM in that very moment. "Very well, you did an excellent job, Winona.” “I do not deserve such words, but my deepest gratitude, my God.”