King Arthur Knights Of The Round Table นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chapter 36 XXXVI Rosalie “Avalon?” I turn to Estelle in disbelief. “As in King Arthur and his round table of knights?” Estelle hummed her agreement, before brushing past and down the stairs. “Is there any fairy tale, that is just that?... A story to lull children to sleep.” “Oh, King Arthur was a very real person. As was Merlin.”

she murmured as he looked up at the portrait she was dusting. It was the largest portrait in the room though the man wasn’t dressed with all the regal splendor the other portraits had been. His eyes were fierce in his stern face. He stood with his hands resting on the pommel of a sword. A furred cloak rest on his shoulder and he stood on bloodstained ground looking victorious. “Who is he?” She seemed confused before looking up at the portrait and back at him. “His name was Arthur; he was the first Royal of your line, Your Majesty.”

Arthur was startled but said indignantly, “Guardian! Ever since I joined Brock, I’ve regarded myself as a member of Ethereal Tower, not the Progenitor Emperor of Florence. “I grieve deeply for Brock’s death. Since the Wolf King killed him, he must naturally pay the price. Only then will justice be served!” At that point, Arthur continued, “If not for my inadequate strength, I would’ve killed Andrius personally and come back with his head...” Arthur was indeed a cunning old fox who lived for several centuries. His acting overshadowed even that of Oscar Award winners. Brock seemed to believe him slightly more. “Okay, I’ll believe you this time. You’d best not be lying to me.” He snorted coldly

"Kingston is the kind of wolf who would kill Arthur's favorite pet, cook it, and serve it back to him. He doesn't care what your status is. He'll do all that he can to destroy Arthur's life. Hurting you is incidental. A bonus, even.” Sinking back into the couch cushions, I realized I was spinning with questions. Part of me felt more secure in knowing a little bit about Arthur that humanized him emotionally but there was so much more I had to dissect. I didn't even notice when Jessica and Anthony left the room, I was so dizzy from the stories. My eyes wandered to the nearby fruit knife on the coffee table. It was just like the one that Arthur had been holding to Leo's throat. After glancing a

Before I could speak, he lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a slow kiss against my skin. “R-Rowan,” I stammered, pulling slightly, “can we at least concentrate on them... please?” His golden eyes lingered on me, burning, deciding whether to listen or not. And thank the Moon, he nodded. He released me and turned back to the gathering, his posture cold and powerful. King Arthur was the first to step forward, his cloak dragging over the stones as he bowed deeply. “May you live long, King Rowan,” he said, his voice echoing across the feast ground.

Arthur offered his Deputy a look of deep, appreciative gratitude. “Cleo, you are scheduled to take over from Walther in a few years, are you not?” King Arthur stated, his gaze distant, already planning the next decade of the monarchy. “Ensure your mentorship under him is rigorous. Professionalism and ruthless accuracy are the only acceptable standards for the Chief Warrior. If my nephew, upon his return, approves of your character, you will take Walther’s position without delay. Once my heir is properly installed on the throne, I can finally abdicate. I will travel with my sister, touring the farthest packs and visiting the grandest Human Territories. And when I return,” he added, his smile

He loved listening to stories, especially ones about knights and heroes. Rory began to speak, her words weaving a tale of Sir Lancelot and King Arthur. She spoke of how Sir Lancelot had been the bravest and most loyal of all the knights, always ready to defend his king and his country. Marcus listened with rapt attention, his mind filled with images of sword fights and daring rescues. He could almost hear the clash of steel as Sir Lancelot battled his enemies and the cheers of the crowds as he rode through the streets.

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

Headmistress Temple’s eyes bright, “One of our most promising students.” One of the knights bowed his head in her direction, and Elaine repaid the favor with a slight curtsy. It felt odd to do, but it was simple etiquette, and messing up such a simple practice would have been a red flag that she was nervous. The knight who had bowed spoke, low and curt, “I am Tristan, the master of the guard.”

The sound of armor hitting the floor echoed throughout the room, the knights outside listened in horror as they started to feel the air around them turning dense. Arthur clenched his fist and stopped his right foot, the air had suddenly gone back to normal. He looked around as knights dropped to their knees and were gasping for air, he clicked his tongue before leaving the room. Immediately, the knights removed their helmets and armors to get more air, the others outside rushed towards those who were laying on the floor unconscious.