Your Majesty Please Calm Down 소설 & 이야기

“Have mercy! I was not thinking clearly, I didn’t mean to harm the child. I swear it! Please, Your Majesty, spare my life!” The room was silent again, save for the faint sound of Alden’s pleading. Maxton stared down at him with conflicting thoughts. It would be easy, too easy, to make an example of Alden. To deliver a swift and brutal punishment that would send a clear message to anyone else who might dare to challenge the Crown. But Georgia’s face flickered in his mind, her calm strength even in the midst of chaos. Mercy, she had once said, was a greater show of power than vengeance.

The videographer gave a thumbs-up and discreetly exchanged a glance with me. My phone rang, and it was Beatrice calling. I answered, "What’s up?" Beatrice chuckled. "What an impressive composure, Lily. The internet is flooded with criticism of you, yet you remain so calm." Her purpose for this call was definitely not to exchange pleasantries, so I feigned concern. "I must admit, it's been quite challenging for me too. How about you clarify the situation?" "Well, Lily, you aren’t that great after all. It won’t be difficult for me to clear your name." Beatrice seemed quite satisfied with my attitude as she directly laid out her conditions.

Her mark, faint since the ruin, pulsed up in quick anger, as a wound does when a man insists it is not there. Eamon moved half a step closer. “Majesty. Your breath.” She inhaled. The stars in the stone swam. Kane lifted his free hand, palm out, a gesture that meant calm when men used it on women they feared. “We do not come to harm you. We come to save you from what you refuse to see. We come to save all of us.” “We,” she said, and the word broke in her mouth like glass. “You cannot say it without biting it.”

There was something that seemed to confuse him. “You got that right little one.” He smiled and wrapped his arm around me with a chuckle. Landon and Jack talked for a long period of time before they joined us. Gabe was trying to calm Andrew down and Marie was on his lap to control it. He finally stopped shaking and laid back. “You really need to control that temper,” Marie said as she jumped off. “It almost took me thirty minutes to calm you.” He just grinned and closed his eyes. Since Marie mentioned calming Andrew down herself, I finally asked her the question that has been burning inside me since that first day I met her.

I shook my head as he spoke, backing away even more from his Knight who looked at me pleadingly. “There’s no need Your Majesty.” I told him, making look back at me as his Knight stepped back, unsure of what to do. “I‘m fine.” He was about to protest and maybe even demand that I get treated, but I silenced him quickly. Raising my opposite hand and relaxing my muscles, calling onto the dull warmth within my chest. Shyly, I glanced at the Knights and Crown Prince as a small ball of flames danced over my open palm.

We both locked eyes for a few seconds, and surprisingly, instead of a fury or angers, the sentiment in his gaze were that he was relieved, happy and at peace, which is personally the last state of emotion that I thought the should be projecting at me, after all, me and Aeternum do retreat and leave them. “Your Majesty, His Highness President Kaiser Mies….Long Live The President, and May Glory be eternal….”.(Marlo) “Your Majesty, His Highness President Kaiser Mies….Long Live The President, and May Glory be eternal….”.(Everyone all together) Following Old Marlo greeting words at me, everyone else also repeated the same words to me, and surprisingly everyone else also carries the same relief, a

explained Zanthus in nothing but pure anger however his voice was calm. "Your majesty, my apologies i will see to it right away." "You only have today Sam, i know you can." . .

I didn’t just act like a monster to her, I was a monster. She bowed immediately. “Your majesty.” The title cut deeper than a blade would. “Elysia,” I said quietly. “Please, can we talk?” “I’m busy, your majesty,” she said, her voice low, controlled, and respectful in a way that hurt. “Tonight has to be perfect.” Her eyes moved past me to a servant who stood too close to a noble. “Everything is perfect, Elysia. You’ve seen to that. Please, just a moment. I need to speak with you.”

"Would you do me the pleasure?" The word "pleasure," sends tingles that radiate out from my core. It takes all of my willpower to close my eyes and turn my body away. I’m afraid to know what touching him would do to me. “I don’t think that would be a good idea, Your Majesty,” I can barely speak, my voice coming out as the barest breath. "We have not been properly introduced and I fear your intentions."

It's raging that almost eats my reason. Alessia, don't let yourself be consumed with anger. You are being manipulated right now. Control your anger. I promised myself. I am reminded that even when I am angry, I must remember the truth. I tried to calm myself even though my personality was raging with anger. "Please, your majesty. Don't give me a reason to hate you more than I could. I'm doing everything I can to stop being angry with you. So don't push me so that the anger will swallow me up." I weakly promise him.