Novel & Cerita From A Knight To A Lady

"Hmm. If I am soon to be Luna, and you are just the former Beta, then that would make you my lowly servant." "Oh Milady, you wound me!" Knight clutches his chest and groans, and I just laugh. "You'll get over it." "I don't think I will. Not until you swear to bestow your favour upon me when you claim the crown, my honoured Queen," he bows with a flourish, then takes my hand and places a kiss on my knuckles. I try to stifle a laugh, and reply as seriously as possible. "You have my favour, dear Knight, now I really must depart these dreadful woods before bandits see the opportunity to maraud us."

He reminded the Lady, cupping her cheek. Lady Genesis instantly lets go of the Prince, and she motions her body to the basement area. Looking at the Knight on the left side, Lady Genesis suddenly calls his attention. "Hey, you! Give me your sword." Her palm opens, readying herself to catch the sword. The Knight is quite skeptical of the Lady's request. But, he has to do it because this Knight doesn't want to get in trouble with the Prince's nagging mouth. At the same time, the Knight unleashes his sword from his scabbard, and he swings it before throwing it in the air.

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.

The knights, resplendent in armor, rode forth, their banners to show. I as the lady of the tournament, stood poised, a gentle smile to bless the knights, and grant them fortune, in this test of skill and guile. With a delicate touch, I bestowed a favor, a token of esteem, a scarf, a flower, or a ribbon, to bind their hearts, and seal their dream. When I had heard I was to be the lady of the tournament I had to express my distaste for the sport to Augustine, but never to father. I could never oppose father, I could only grumble, shead a few tears but never argue. Being the lady of the tournament Lord Sawyer organized meant something entirely apart from just happening to be chosen, no it meant

The knight crossed his brows and look at him confusedly. “Sir knight? Is there something wrong?” “Oh, I’m sorry lady Claire. It just your different from what the rumors.” “If the rumors your talking is the me being spoiled brat. I guess that was the past Claire Leerstrom.” “Yeah, but I also heard that you’ve change into good person.” “Well, I can’t say that. After all, people is born natural to have a bad side. Especially when you provoked them,”Claire winks at the knight. The knight stare on her for a minute, “I guess you are right lady Claire.”

The knights that were lent to me are hiding somewhere because I don’t want to seek some attention here, except for Marcus, my escort knight, who’s currently standing behind me. “Please do not bother the guest while she’s having her break… you don’t know how she is when she gets mad,” I heard Jude’s voice from afar. “You’re nothing but a crowned prince… you’re not even powerful enough to take over the kingdom, yet you’re ordering me around?” some lady looked down on Jude. “But still, you cannot go any further,” Jude insisted. “Ladies,” the lady that was talking earlier said. “What are you doing?” Jude asked.

Her simple teenage dreams are considered unrealistic, a woman needs a man who can give her a lot of money, not a man who saves her from criminals like in a fairy tale book. Yes, a poor girl in the real world would not be matched with the knight on a white horse who saved her. The knight saved her because he felt pity and sympathy, not because he loved her and lived with her. The knight might fall in love with the princess who is beautiful and lives in a magnificent palace. Yes, that's the reality and slowly the innocent Nina begins to change her way of life and always grows in her head that what she needs is a rich man who will give her everything she wants.

Chapter One Hundred And Sixty One Amidst a moonlit garden, the Knight meticulously arranged the engagement fairytale, each detail woven into a dreamy tapestry of romance. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the scene as he nervously awaited Annabelle's arrival. Roses adorned every corner, and the air was filled with anticipation. As Annabelle approached, the Knight's heart raced. He took a deep breath, clad in his finest armor, and with a voice filled with sincerity, he asked, "Annabelle, will you make me the happiest man in the realm and marry me?"

He said, all up in her face. Ria felt her heart break a little more as she stared straight at him. "If only you knew," she said to him. "I do not think that there is anything I need to know from you," he snapped. "I will tell you once again Adrian," she began as a tear slipped down her left eyes and down her cheeks. "I am your Cinderella and you are my Knight. I am the little girl that you promised to come back and get married to Adrian Blake," she said.

The knight answered; obviously she was asking for his name. "Sir Criston, fight with this in my honor, and may your courage be steadfast." She said calmly. The knight bent lower, receiving the ribbon with reverence. He tied it to his arm so that all might see, beaming proudly. Cheers erupted from the stands, noble ladies clapped, and even the lords exchanged knowing smiles. Micah couldn't help but feel nervous as she took her seat. Her eyes flashed in all directions, and she caught Racheal glaring at her with a puzzled look before retracting her gaze and faking a smile to hide her surprise.