Angel Sir Pentious Novels & Stories

This earned Sylvia a frustrated sigh from Maleficent, who was staring eye to eye with a smiling Angelo. Cent, who could not stand Sylvia’s idiocy, decided to end her nonsensical shrilling. “I did not know that you have a memory like my pet goldfish.” She shifted her attention to Angelo and gave him a grin. It was enough already that she had shown everyone her momentary lapse of weakness that cracked her uncaring façade. “Seems that the lady has superior memory,” said Angelo son of Gabriel the Faithful.

Duke Harry asks. "Sir, I merely ran some errands," he explained, and Duke Harry simply nodded. "Penelope, this is my vice captain, Aiden Greyson, from the Count's Grayson Chamber," Duke Harry remarked, and Penelope nodded. "So you're Lady Penelope?" Aiden asks. "Yes, I am," Penelope replied enthusiastically. "It is a pleasure to meet you, milady," Aiden remarked, before bowing and kissing Penelope's hand in front of Duke Harry.

Her cheeks flushed as he looked at her. - His name Pantelis Tadros. Dark brown eyes, dark bushy eyebrows, Bald and a clean shaven face. He was mysterious never blabbered more than he needed to. That wasn't the only special thing about him, he was a royal advisor. Sir Pantelis could see in the future, he was what the Christians called a prophet, atheists a psychic, the villagers a witch. "A King is about to be born !" He murmured quietly before anyone could greet him. King Dysmas looked at him as if he had grown two heads.