Romans & histoires Chivalry Of A Failed Knight

“I can be anything you want though, especially in bed. I've got lots of stamina, wanna try?” Ivy pushed him away, hiding her face as it turned red. “Perv!” But she couldn't help but feel curious about where he was from, which kingdom he was ruling... ***** In a dark room somewhere, a man knelt down facing his master with cold sweat dripping down his forehead. “What do you mean, you failed to kill Alfred.” his Master questioned with a sinister look in his eyes. “You too fifty of my men and you couldn't get the job done?” “We... I... I'm sorry, I failed you, my King, give me another chance! I will make sure he dies this time, you will be my only King!”

“But I’ll have you to come with me … a couple of Grand Knights as well. Isn’t that enough?” Kael’s gaze dropped to his empty cup. Although he had never lost his position as the Divine Knight during King Arth’s coronation, the world still saw him as a failure … someone who’s unworthy of the honor. This made him recall what the High Councilors had told him. They said Kael was the luckiest fool in this world. After failing his only job of protecting King Terrowin’s head, he had no right of accepting another chance to play his position.

He didn't have time to swing the sword so he did the next best thing. CRACK!! He drove both his gauntlet and the sword hilt into the man's nose with as much strength as he could muster, instantly shattering it. "You - mother - fucking - traitor!" He cried out his frustrations slamming the hilt into his face again and again for each word until the man fell. "AAAGH!" A sharp burning sensation began emanating from his thigh. A man stood wide eyed with his spear sticking out of the knight's thigh in a small gap in the armor above his knee.

“So what if they’re strong?” The fourth princess was showing a horrible expression at this moment. “I made sure that Mandy Zimmer’s defenses were the weakest. “And other than us, there were also other people who were planning to get their hands on her. “How did we even fail if that was the case?! “There’s just no way! “The Knights of the Round Table are elites of the Knights Templar! “They have the strength of a thousand men each! They’re peak Kings of Arms! How could they have failed?!

His legs were still wobbly, making him slow as he took his every step to the prayer hall. It was the first time he was kneed in the groin. He was exemptional in combat, in fact he was the leading knight in their wave for he was in training since he was ten, but he was conquered by her without him expecting. It was fine for him though, I deserved it, he thought.

I don't want to discourage the knights and the people who are hearing dad's voice. "Tsk" dad just hissed and didn't said anything more. After that, we just silently watched the knight swing their sword "Those who wasn't able to continue swinging their swords until they finished 1000 swings, leave the hall now. You failed obviously" As he said these words, more than half of the knights who are swinging a while ago left the hall with a down expression. 'I felt bad for them but by being a knight, you have to fit on the qualification so I just erased my pity on them

His contempt for his own kind deepened, hollowing him out until even his moments of triumph rang empty. Then came the disaster. His behavior in the Raven Court — arrogance and heinous recklessness perpetrated, given that it was veiled as courtship — led to utter rejection and public humiliation not only in the Raven Kingdom. He had not only failed to charm Seraphina; he had earned her disdain. Back in his chambers, pacing like a caged predator, Chaitav tried to imagine how his Father and older brother would react when they heard. His wings hunched high, trailing the floor like a storm cloud, he could almost hear the disappointment in Queen Charula's voice.

"That night at the great castle, the storm lord and the knight of skulls and kisses each swore they would unmask him, and the king himself urged men to challenge him, declaring that the face behind that helm was no friend of his. But the next morning, when the heralds blew their trumpets and the king took his seat, only two champions appeared. The Knight of the Laughing Tree had vanished. The king was wroth, and even sent his son the dragon prince to seek the man, but all they ever found was his painted shield, hanging abandoned in a tree. It was the dragon prince who won that tourney in the end." "Oh." Bran thought about the tale awhile. "That was a good story. But it should have been the t

he decided. “Wonderful,” Rivyn set me aside and stood. “We’ll bid you farewell, then Aurien. Enjoy the wine.” “I had best see results of this proclamation within a month, Rivyn, or I will be displeased,” Aurien growled. “Two months,” Rivyn qualified. “I am in the middle of my own quest, remember, my friend.” The way down the mountain was littered with burnt corpses and discarded armour. The villager’s fear of Aurien was not unjustified I noted grimly. “Why do all these knights keep trying?” I wondered. “When it is evident that so many have failed.”

He couldn't believe what Jun was telling him. Yeon was torn between his love for Jun and the betrayal he had just discovered. He didn't want to believe that she was capable of cheating on him, but the evidence was right in front of him. Yeon could hear a distant laugh, mocking him. It was his own destiny. His heart shattering into pieces as he acknowledged the fact that he was very much ready to abandon his feelings for Jun in order to not break Hwa's heart.