Novel & Cerita English Knight

'He thinks that I'm weak, I'll just show him how wrong he is and make him pay for underestimating me. As the knight closes in on his target he is caught off guard as a large beam of black energy approaches his incinerating the remaining soldiers in front of him. The attack radius is to great do the knight to dodge in time and he ends up getting hit by the attack. The attack does not send the knight flying back like he thought it was going to but instead stops him in his tracks and severely damages his armor. 'Is he insane? He just took out half of his army. Were they just a diversion so he could attack me while my guard was down?'

He sat on the couch right next to me with both of my hands in his palms. He gently rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand and smiled when he caught me staring at him. Sir William Ryder was the Knight Commander in our kingdom and one of the people the King trusted the most. He just turned 18 yet he was considered one of the noblest men in the kingdom. William lifted my hand and pressed it against his lips, gently made his way to my palm, and kissed his way to my fingers. I just watched him as the fear of the war tomorrow loomed at the back of my head.

"Funny, smithy. I have just the same problem." The men stood nose to nose. Steel to steel. "I can order you from my land," Hawk said tightly. "Ah, but then you'd never know if she would choose you or me, would you? And I suspect there is this deep kernel of decency in you, a thing that cries out for old-fashioned mores like fairness and chivalry, honor and justice. Foolish Hawk. All the knights will soon be dead, as dust of dreams passing on time's fickle fancy."

"There is always a choice. It must hurt to be near him." "It does. Every day." "Then why stay? A woman with your skills could work anywhere. My father always said you were the brain behind half of Zane’s deals." I looked at him, surprised. "Arthur said that?" "He did. He told me that if I ever wanted to beat Zane Knight, I should hire you away from him." Enrique smiled, but his eyes remained serious. "The offer is real, Kanya. If you ever decide you have had enough of being a ghost in his life, come to London. I’ll give you a position that matches your actual worth."

Still, I held my ground, even as a small, quieter part of me whispered that I had just stepped directly into their game. One of them leaned forward slightly, and I knew it was Joshua Knight. I recognised him from the pictures Ryan had shown me. He had the same sharp features, pepper-salt hair, and the air of a strong, controlled presence around him. He was one of the most charismatic men in the Kingdom, known for being a playboy. He was the picture boy for the noble families, who spoke on behalf of them on the news. But in person, despite his charming looks, there was something cold about him, something less contained.

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.

I had tried to establish a mind-link with them every day, and so far nothing. I pointed to my chest “This is a mark of a Knight, I am one of the Queen's Knights.” His eyes widened in shock and his mouth parted, jaw slack, just showing the stump of his tongue, Realization dawning on him. He took a knee and bowed down to me, then crossed his arm over his chest.

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.

I reply lamely. “What the fuck do you mean by that!?” I wiggle my wrist out of his hold and scowl at him. “It means mind your own business in case you need me to translate. I suggest you leave before I wake Jonathan up to throw your ass out.” I taunted, knowing that would set him off. Thankfully, Jonathan had retired to bed ten minutes ago. I applaud myself mentally, for pretending to be strong instead of bawling my eyes out. I couldn't let him know that his engagement with the devil affects me a lot. He would later laugh at me with his wife. ‘Poor Meredith probably caught feelings’

“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.