Kingdom Of Heaven Knights Oath Novels & Stories

They knew Austin had to finish talking. "Without taking more time, I would like to go on with the oath." He slowly turned me, and I felt my insides melt with the way his eyes becane tender. "Would you raise one hand, please?" he said me, his tone formal yet polite. I slowly raised my right hand, while the other held on to my dress in order to tame my nervousness. "I," he said, then nodded to me. "I, Hazel Austin King," he beamed a smile before he continued. "Pledge to the sacred pack and the moon goddess, to uphold the virtue given to me and use my power in the cause of righteousness. To elevate the pack in nyway I can, and to risk my life if need be."

I glance around and notice that a few are smiling at me while Rachael looks like she is about to start a fire with her eyes, looking over at a group of them. “Do you promise to ensure that your Knights take care of their lands justly. If they do not, do you promise to punish the Knights for their dishonor even taking land from those that do not deserve it.” “I do.” “Then you are ready. I hereby name you King Christopher Allen Murphy.” He places the crown on my head. “Rise, Your Majesty.” I stand up and every one kneels. “Long live the King! Long live the King!” Everyone shouts at once.

It was an act signed in blood that can't be relinquished now no matter how he feels. "Give me your hand." I hold out my hand and he slices a thin line across my palm. Blood trickles from the wound and drops into the fountain, renewing my vow to the Knights. When I took this oath before I decided it was one I would live by because it was the anchor to my past, present and future. As I take the oath now I consciously make the decision to do the same thing. It's what my mother would have wanted, so my oath is for her. She came from a family who would always be servants. Becoming a Knight is something that would have made her proud.

They were regular chairs with plush seats and elaborately decorated with ribbons and flowers. The preacher ascended the small platform, and the people fell silent to hear what he had to say. He unrolled a piece of parchment and brought it to his eye level. He coughed to clear his throat before start reading. "Welcome to our king Cinaed's castle," he began in his loud stentorian voice. "God bless our King and all of you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for honoring our great King with your presence here today, and I hope today will be an unforgettable day for you all.

The weight of a kingdom rested not on shoulders alone, but on the very bones of this man. Riven entered through the main doors, his armour polished but his bearing already weary. He did not step lightly. Each footfall echoed off the marble floor, a reminder that he was no longer merely a knight or a lover in the periphery of the throne — he was an oath-bound instrument of it. His hair was still unruly from the early morning, and beneath the disciplined exterior, Kaelin could sense the tension that had burrowed into his spine. She did not need to see his hands clenched at his sides to know he was wrestling with what he had been summoned to reaffirm. It was not a ceremony in honour of her retu

And to assist you, you have a special knight allotted to you. I froze. "A knight?" The first thing that came to my mind was a stoic, armored protector who stood still in the hallway and looked on. "Yes," Rowan said. It is the knight who must guard you at all times. He will be able to taste your food before you eat, drink before you drink, go with you wherever you go, and be ready to protect you against all perils. His life can be under threat, but that is what he is supposed to do. You must accept it. There is no alternative."

“After that, it’ll be no more hiding our marriage or me losing my shit every time you go out on a date with Trip Donovan. All of that ends, just as you requested.” My head lulls to the side. He’s making sense, but I hate the idea of my husband risking himself this way. “Come on, let me and my knights go do our thing and slay a few dragons for our lady.” Despite myself, I laugh. “Why did I ever get you started on that?” “I’m an Obsidian Knight,” he nods his head at his men. “Those are going to be future Obsidian Knights because we’re re-writing the rules. Between them and The Vault, no one can stop us.”

"I've spent seventeen years honoring a promise made on my behalf before I understood what it meant. I intend to spend whatever comes next honoring one I've made for myself." The old oath required a physical gesture, a warrior's blood mixed with the soil of the bound pack's territory, sealed before witnesses — and Dominic performed it there in the hall, a shallow cut across his palm, blood pressed into a small dish of Moonlight earth Reid had prepared in advance, the ancient words spoken clear and unhesitating.

Chapter 43 — Reunion Rhea's POV The ceremony is beautiful. Simple. Elegant. Perfect. Colt and Finn stand before the King. Hands over their hearts. Voices steady as they recite the ancient oaths. "I pledge my life to the crown. My strength to the kingdom. My loyalty to the bloodline. From this day until my last." The King places medallions around their necks. Beta and Gamma. Official. Permanent. Then it's my turn. I step forward. Heart pounding.

The great doors swung open, and there he was. He was not the ragged fugitive who had fled the castle, nor the disguised pilgrim who had walked into the lion's den. He was Kaelen, King of Varek. He stood in the doorway, his black armor gleaming in the torchlight, his face grim and determined, his eyes burning with a cold, righteous fire. He was not alone. Admiral Thorne stood beside him, a massive, formidable figure, his face a mask of grudging respect. And behind them, a phalanx of royal guards and Trident sailors, a combined force that was an army, a fleet, a nation, all embodied in the man who stood at their head. Their eyes met across the vast, empty hall. The bond, which had been a const