From A Knight To A Lady Novels & Stories

It oddly reminded him of the eyes of a dragon he once met. "Of course my lady." "Thank you. Now let's get on with the story." she cheered with a beautiful smile. The knight smiled at her enthusiasm. Her innocence may have fled but her kind and gentle heart still remains. She may have changed a bit but her soul is still as pure and she will forever be his passionate little lady. "Okay let's begin." he chirped before taking a seat on the stool beside her bed. He opened the book and flipped through the pages while Ruby waited expectantly for him to begin. "Once upon a time..."

(LITTLE GAME) WITH a kiss on the lady’s hand, Clayden honors his position and gives his loyalty to his lady. On his knees and in a knight’s stand, he pledges himself to protect the person that promises from the very beginning. “Holder of the ruling gate of Aries, I present to you, the Prince’s gift. Your knight, Clayden.” Pauleen smiles, knowing and very much familiar with her knight Clayden. For all else ‘she’ already knew and meet him. The piece of her darkness, and from all the memories and knowledge that her darkness and once Pauleen had.

Embyr is Sir Kay, Arthur's adopted brother, the very first knight or the Round Table. One of the first to fall during the battle for Avalon. Her smile grows freakishly large, overstretching the boundaries of her face like a horror movie monster. The curse possessing her already transformed her into something obscene. "Good," she licks her lips. "The Queen will be pleased to know we have been re-acquainted. Now," she holds out a hand to me. "Hand over your Lady, and I will go easy on the rest of you. The queen only wants her, preferably alive."

Went around. As soon as they stepped onto the beaten path, a young female lady fell out of the forest with a crash, flopping her face into the dust. The hawk, having accompanied the appearance of a stranger with a loud snort, stopped abruptly. The young man, stumbling from surprise, almost flew head over heels. In a few seconds, he successfully assessed the situation. The miserable remnants of the stranger's clothes were soaked with dried blood. At the same time, the girl looked whole and unharmed. It was also alarming that there were very few clothes on her. The knight glanced at the stranger's bare legs as she stood up and dusted herself off, and felt himself blush to the very tips of her

The royal crest blazing on her breastplate. His attention moved on, but not before she saw something that might have been a smirk beneath his helm. Arrogant bastard. "The knights of Camelot are here, my lady!" Lancelot appeared at her side, breathing hard, blood streaming from a cut above his eye. They fell into their back-to-back formation automatically, moving in the deadly dance they'd perfected over years. "Your father must have sent word to them!" "Damn that old man." Adrienne blocked an overhead strike, twisted, brought her elbow up into her attacker's face. Bone crunched. She followed through with her blade, and he crumpled. "I don't need a knight in shining armor to save me."

I hadn't been with a woman for years, so because of how deprived I was, seeing someone so attractive and captivating standing right next to me was enough to cause something to stir within me. "Nice to meet you. I'm Joey Herring. Let's get started." As I shook her hand, all I could think about was how soft and smooth her skin was. Reluctantly, I let go, and she began teaching me how to ride a bike. "So just put your feet on the pedals, hold the handlebars tight, and keep your eyes forward for now. I'll be right next to you to hold you steady." I got on the bike, but since I had zero experience, I toppled over the moment I got on.

Only people part of the peerage were allowed inside, leaving the ordinary English celebrate on the market streets situated on their respective home area. As the hypocritical aristocrat he is, Lord Dynirho Syford brought a simpleton tenant’s daughter, but of great wit and bearable poise after a proper training. Offering his right hand, the lucky commoner girl accepts as taught. Then, she unmounted from the luxurious coach, adorned with expensive, high-class curtains having golden tussles on its hem.

Standing beside her were her fierce ladies, wearing those veils as their princess. Prince Jion halted and climbed down his stallion as the two lords did likewise. They slightly bowed down to the princess and looked at the ladies beside her. The lords wondered prince Jion’s words…these two fierce ladies, in animal skin, holding such dangerous artilleries with them…did actually earn the royal prince compliment?

she whispered, tears burning her eyes. "It is nothing compared to what you did for us." Lucian wiped her tears with his sleeve. "Thanks to you, we have two wonderful babies, can we be more lucky?" Lady Knight looked at the couple and smiled. "I will be honest with you." she started. "Knowing this kingdom is different than Agustus, I thought it would be hard and impossible for two men to rule. People here judge a lot and make the things complicated. But when I came here and stayed with you during all this time, you completely changed my mind. I saw how you were fighting for people's happiness, I saw how you struggled and did everything to protect your family. No one could separate you and thi

the Princess snapped as she lowered her sword but strangely enough, she didn’t bother to voice any of her further complaints (because Eden was so sure, knowing her mistress, that she definitely had a lot of those right now) as the old knight stepped forward until they were standing at arms’ length as if to examine her more closely with his eyes alone. “Not at all, milady,” the knight–Sir Ainsworth, wasn’t it?–answered easily as he watched her scoff at that, turning away from him to move to sit down on a bench, as if already concluding this sudden chat before it could even truly begin. But from Eden’s position (and she was standing a few meters away than the knight), even she can see the way