Novel & Cerita English Knight

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.

I extend my hand and pluck out a box of tea with a vivid painting of a ballroom and nobility from the regency era. The labeling states Royal British Earl Grey. Oooh, Interesting! I'd like to try this sometime. Placing it back, my eyes drift to a box with a painting of a silver dragon soaring over an emerald European countryside. A determined-looking medieval knight clad in armor sits atop the dragon's neck. The Knights' dark blue surcoat whipped in the wind behind him, a blue Christian Cross in the middle of his doublet. Sword raised in one hand while in the other a shield covered with the same Cross. Tufts of his blonde hair escape through his open helmet.

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.

She flashed me a smirk, hearing Zachary’s compliment. “Thanks. You don't look bad yourself.” I say, eyeing the suit that was made from my hand. He looked really good in the black suit that was embroidered with golden leaves and an arrow that pierced one of the leaves. It was an art, one that couldn't be seen if it wasn't examined closely. I wondered how good it would look on Gray, Would he be happy If I made one from him? “Are you okay?” Zachary's voice brings me back to the present. I blinked and smiled at him.

“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.

Frontier Knights are superior over normal Knights as they are given medicines to boost their magic in times of need, but even without the medicine a single frontier knight could take out 20 knights. At the very top is the Royal Knights, the ones who receive direct orders from the King. Known for their massive mana reserves and high aptitude in using magic, they are agile, smart, flexible and could fight for more than a day without rest. Trained by the person who brought down an enemy army on his own.

she asked him. He looked at his right knee which was on the ground. “There’s a correct and wrong knee when proposing?” “Yes,” she said. “I read it from somewhere. You should kneel on your left knee, like the knights did in medieval times, when they show respect to royalty.” He grinned and kneeled on his left knee. “Sorry, I didn’t read that,” he apologized. “Now, that I’m kneeling on the correct knee, my princess, will you marry me and let me be your knight in shining armour as long as I live? And I don’t really care if your name means night, I will shine on you whenever it’s dark.”

"I don't want to study, my lady. I will just continue being your knight." "No, you can study if you like it." "I don't like it, my lady." "You know what, it is also needed for you to study since you will stand beside the lady, and there are other knights that have an even higher education than you. Education will serve as a license to be the ladies' knight more than you. So you choose," May butted in. "No, May, what are you saying? You don't have to say that to Arkanghel." "It's okay. If you don't like to study, you can just ignore those words from the other knights even though it's one of the skills of the counts."

His purple eyes became darker, as if they were enveloped in a blaze of anger, his fine lips were pulled, giving him a harsh expression. The man walked with wide strides until he reached the knights. The broad shoulders highlighted by the black and blue farset he wore, on his chest he had engraved the coat of arms of the Neyer family. Even from his position Sumon could see the size of the man who turned out to be taller than Nathan, but it was the look he gave to the king that made Sumon understand who they were facing. Athelstan Neyer. She was more than certain, the man in front of her was Athelstan.

Isla shrugged. "I think that it might have something to do with the fact that you hide from them," Mikel suggested. He took a respectful step back, letting go of her gently. She hugged her book to her chest and studied her good friend. The knight dressed casually in black cloth trousers and a red shirt that rested over his broad shoulders and stretched across his muscular chest as though it had been painted there. His ever-present sword hung at his hip and a large hand rested on the hilt in a casual stance.