The Mans Decree Novels & Stories

"Every healthy Gorgorian must fight with Prince Andreas, we must not let this affliction befall us the second time!" "YES YOUR GRACE!" They all agreed. "Lord Oder" he called for the lord in charge of the administration and execution of royal decrees such as this. "Yes, your grace" the lord stood from his seat and bowed. "Make sure that this decree is very much adhered to" he ordered. "Of course your grace" he bowed again and retook his seat. "Thank you so much father" Andreas appreciated. "By the way, we must carry on with our celebrations!" He smiled at them all.

Murmurs spread like wildfire as they exchanged glances before returning their focus to us. “Go ahead,” I challenged, my voice dripping with disdain. “Accept it. Become a slave to power and see where it leads you.” Lucius ignored me, smirking as he addressed the crowd once more. “Look closely,” he said, waving the decree in the air. “This document states that if I were to eventually see my wolf, the crown should be taken from my brother Maximus and given to me. The signature and stamp of the late Alpha King—our father—are proof enough that this decree is authentic. Therefore, in accordance with his wishes, I, Lucius Northwood, accept the position of Alpha King.”

The words looked ancient, heavy and ceremonial, filled with phrases that sounded more like vows than laws. But eventually, deeper into the decree, the language became clearer. Simpler. And somehow that made everything feel even more real. My eyes slowly moved across the page while I read it, and it says; ‘The bond between the Williams heir and the surviving Malik descendant must be formalized through ceremonial binding before the Williams heir reaches his fortieth year.’ My chest tightened slightly. I continued reading slowly. ‘Failure to complete the binding before final acceleration will result in irreversible curse progression beyond stabilization or bloodline intervention.’

The judge's solemn voice rang out again. "According to the verdict, the defendant Quin is not guilty. The plaintiff, Joseph, will be executed on the spot. His lover, Helly, will lose everything and be tormented by illness and poverty. However, due to the severity of this case, special measures will be taken. The sentence. Both Joseph and his lover Helly will be executed immediately. All their assets will be given to the defendant, Quin Olson. The trial is now concluded." As soon as the judge finished reading the verdict, the room erupted in cheers.

The man in the highest seat opened the book and said, “This is an order for the Lord of the Twelfth District’s Human Race, Jacopo Caden. “From today onward, you’ve been stripped of your position as the Lord of the Twelfth District’s Human Race.” Jacopo immediately stood up in protest. “W-Why am I being stripped of my position?” “Hah.” the man in the highest seat snorted disdainfully. “Your job is to follow orders, Jacopo. You don’t have the right to ask all these questions. If you have any objections to His Holiness’ decree, you may go to the Ancestral Holy Site and speak to His Holiness in person.” After speaking, the man casually tossed the book aside and vanished from the hall. Jacopo pic

The lead councilman stood up. “I would presume that is some form of joke. My Queen, I know you didn't call us out here for jokes today. Please, tell us why we're here.” I liked how they thought it was a joke so I didn't say anything. They would figure it all out themselves. I picked up the file in front of me and continued looking at it. “Are you serious?” I looked up at him, closing the file in front of me. “I would advise you to watch your words very carefully, Elder Gerald. The King passed the decree, not me. If you have an issue, keep it to yourself until the King gets better and then, you can take it up with him.”

Trying to justify his silence, his avoidance. Maybe their paths simply had not crossed? So why hasn’t he spared me a glance here? Not even once? “We are gathered here today to make a decree." The grand king’s voice rang out over the court. "For too long, these two souls have been bound in chains, denied their freedom and dignity. Today, we acknowledge their dedication and service to Urai. By the power vested in me by this court and in the presence of these witnesses, I hereby declare that the bonds of their enslavement are broken.”

His voice carried across the square, demanding attention. "The king commands the dissolution of this consulate within the next 24 hours. All senators shall be stripped of their senatehood," Ganicus proclaimed, his words ringing through the air. The weight of the royal decree hung heavy over the city. He continued, "Any defiance of the king's order will be met with severe consequences, including death. This is not a request; it is an edict that demands immediate compliance." The crowd stirred with unease, whispers rippling through the assembly. The senators exchanged wary glances, realizing the gravity of the situation. The once lively square now held a palpable tension, as the citizens grapp

The hush that followed his arrival was almost holy. The High Minister, one of the few untainted by Indira’s corruption, stepped forward and read the decree: “By the will of the council, by blood and by right, Prince Adrian Augustus of Deira shall ascend as Sovereign, to restore peace to the crown and unity to the realm.” A murmur rippled through the crowd, not of protest, but of reverent approval. Isabelle stood beside him, veiled in pale gold. Though her features were still soft from recent illness, her bearing was regal, calm, luminous. She did not smile, but her hand slipped into Adrian’s, and that single gesture spoke louder than any oath.

She tossed a copy of the newly released royal decree onto the table. King Aldric turned. "Good morning to you, too, Morgan." But still, Morgan did not answer his greeting; her gaze remained hardened and fixed on the decree she had just thrown to the table. "A royal decree... what about it?" he asked innocently, and that was the height of it.