Novel & Cerita Canterbury Tales Knight

asked Lancelot with a charming smile and his smile was infectious. “Well if anyone would be here for business then it would be to meet your father, and I am pretty sure that you have not seen me in your manor,” said the stranger with an arrogant and confident swagger which seemed odd to Lancelot. It would seem odd to anyone. This man knew him and who his father was. That could only mean one thing, rather two things, that he was a journalist or he was trying to get an appointment with Lord Billington through personal connection from his son.

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

“Think positive, Ash. You could stumble upon a guy like that, you know.” “And you have to remember, I never go for the rich and famous,” I said. It was my thing since Kevin Moore. In my version of a fairytale romance, it’s the brave, honorable knight who took home the princess, not the spineless prince charming. The rich kids I went to school with were all bullies, with nothing to show for themselves, except for the flashy gadgets and cars that their parents gave them. I swore off guys like Kevin. He taught me not to hope that I would be enough to hold his heart or attention forever.

The older knight sitting across Sir Adam–Sir Jackson Celestine, a member of royalty through the first Queen whistled in awe as he grinned, looking unfairly amused despite the situation, “Damn, you seriously memorized that for this, Sir Sanscroft?” “Sir Celestine, Sir Sanscroft…” Sir Adam murmured in warning, coughing within his fist, and not-so-subtly stepped on the older knight’s foot. Jin ignored Sir Jackson’s theatrical whine of pain, smirking smugly and clearly enjoying the very uncomfortable looks on some of the other knights’ faces as he subjected them all with his silver-gray gaze, “Correct me if I am wrong but that is the law, yes?” He who knows the law... is the law itself.

Amazingly, the tip of the sword looked even shinier than it was. "I realized that this sword is the most suitable if you have it." "Do you think so?" “This sword is called The Twinster, from the fairy tale of the Little Knight. It belonged to a young knight the same age as you, named Gerald. The knight was too small to go to war, but his passion and courage were not inferior to other knights. He always insisted on joining the battle, so the other knights agreed to have the blacksmith make a special pair of swords. Not too big, but too small for an ordinary knight to use. In short, it can only be used by Gerald.”

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Unlike them, Victor’s expression never softened when he looked at her. What kind of man was Roman Knight? But one thing was for sure, Somewhere within the massive estate, Roman Knight was there. And tomorrow, she would finally have to face him properly.

"I'm here to---" "Do I know you?" C.C exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise as she recognized the handsome man in their office. Mia and Lena turned to her, their faces filled with confusion. "You know this arrogant guy, C.C?" Mia asked, her voice laced with disbelief. C.C stepped closer to Onyx, who was smiling at them. "Onyx Samaniego, the fifth Knight. What's a Knight doing here?" C.C asked, her voice filled with surprise. "Y-you're a Knight?" Lena asked, her voice filled with awe. Onyx smiled at them, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Selena and Johanna were seated side by side at the other side of the upper deck with Leah, William, Helena, and Amilek seated by their sides. Suddenly the doors of the great hall open, and royal knights file in at both sides like ants making a straight line. Armed with swords and clouded in shining armor. They matched in making a rhyming beat as their feet kissed the ground. They lined up at both sides of the door, making a path all the way to the priest. They clashed their swords in an X-shaped manner, each knight to the one opposite him. Then they stopped marching; for a brief moment there was silence. Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in

The heat in here itself is beginning to feel less oppressive and more sedative. I slip into a dull, drowsy haze while Darragh tells me about a knight who is disinherited because he supports the wrong king or loves the wrong woman—or both—it’s unclear, and how the knight won tournaments in a secret disguise, and he’s wounded, and another woman comes into it and is mistaken for the first woman…