King Arthur Sir Tristan Novels & Stories

asked Lancelot and the older man who more or less resembled a pig in the way he looked which accounted for the nick name of the Boar, nodded lightly. “I will be better as soon as this damned oil deal is out of my way and I will be able to take some rest again. But I cannot believe that you are still caught up on your mother’s death. That women was like a thorn in my life and now that she is gone I can at least lead my life easily,” said the Lord and he did not even glance at Lancelot whose entire demeanour had shifted. He was absolutely seething with rage but he could not show that to his father. Just like he could not show it to him that he did not like woman and would never do so.

ARWYN POV Sir Sirius Black stood before me, his hopeful green eyes shimmering like dew-laden leaves in the morning sun. I found myself trapped between two impossible choices, each promising to crush me in its own way. Nearby, Thrystan was gently stroking the mane of his horse, his fingers moving with a deliberate calmness, yet his intense gaze was fixed on me, betraying his apparent nonchalance.

I stepped aside and pulled Quinn closer before I introduced her to the prince. “Prince Arthur she said. And one day King Arthur perhaps? How very...Camelot to name you after such a prolific king.” The prince chuckled. “My father is a bit of a romantic. He named all his sons after historical kings. Except for Tristan, he’s named after-” “A knight of the round table.” “Yes,” Arthur beamed at my mate. “Well, your father is named for a well-known king himself, isn’t he?” she asked. “Athelwulf?”

He was once a page in Merlin’s court and now he is on all fours, with my collar around his neck, spikes pointing inward, as he moans in pleasure licking the mud and shit from my boots. “Explain,” I speak very slowly so that his addled brain can understand my words. He was once one of Arthur’s most trustworthy knights. Now Tristan shivered, his crossbow surrendered at my feet. He can not meet my gaze as I continue “and leave nothing out. I feel like there is something you are not telling me. What…exactly…happened to Sir Gareth?”

“Where are you going with this?” “This ‘champion’ which I’ve mentioned to the king earlier…” Tristan lifted his brows in question. “He’s the one.” “The one?” said Tristan, still confused. The old commander leaned closer and said in a low voice, “The one… the trueborn of Letholdus Aragon.”

Tristan asked sternly without an iota of fear. From Arthur's perspective,he could tell they were members of the Silvery-Claw Centurion pack. "Well I happen to know him quite well." Arthur replied,gently taking off the weapon from their hand. "Goodness!" Nathaniel shrieked causing Arthur and Jaslynn to startle. "Tristan,this is Arthur. The Vampire who fought against Nicodemus and saved our big brother." It took a while for Arthur to process but he finally understood that the twins were the younger siblings of Jeremy.

I replied. Arthur took carefully calculated steps towards me and maintained eye contact with me from the height he stood. "Tell me something Callisto? Why battle blood and tears for Jamie to sit on the throne?" Arthur asked as he studied every muscle in my body. If I lied, he would ruin me. "Tristan is August's biological son." I replied with no surprise that Arthur wasn't surprised. "I suspected but you've confirmed it. Why lie all these years?" Arthur asked as I stood up.

In the first bedroom he came across, the lord pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped his wounded body, carefully holding Ira and cradling her like a child. The girl trustingly pressed herself against Tristan's chest. The young man was overcome by another wave of unbearable mental anguish. Ignoring the curious glances, the lord headed straight to his chambers. Laying Ira on the bed, he covered the shivering girl with a duvet. Turning away, the blond covered his face with his hands and burst into tears. In his vision, in the Violet Mountains, the noble Felix said that Tristan was not worthy of life. The knight was right. If Tantario were to face the ghostly armor now, he would beg for death.

How could he give up now? "He suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a smile, ""Sir Arlo is too modest. Your son is young and talented. Talents like his are rare in our country. His talent should be used in the military. Besides, children always have their own ideas when they grow up. It's better to listen to Sir Tristan's opinion first.""" "As they were talking, someone reported that Tristan had already come in with his men." "Tristan was very arrogant and even somewhat ill-mannered as when he saw Laborn, he didn't even greet him, but spoke to Arlo first."