Knight's Oath Kingdom Of Heaven Novels & Stories

Rowan looked away briefly before continuing, his voice carrying the weight of a man forcing himself to remain steadfast against something he wished he did not have to face. “I am a knight.” The fire crackled between them while the shadows shifted slowly across his serious face. “And I made an oath.” His eyes returned to hers. “And I will honor it.”

Instead, she asked, “And you, Darian? Will you follow me? Even if the truth I carry shatters your oath to the crown you swore to?” Silence stretched between them, brittle as ice. The knight’s jaw tightened. He lowered his head slightly, as though ashamed. “An oath is not made of words, Serenya. It is made of the heart. And my heart…” His voice faltered, rare for him. “…my heart chose long before my sword did.” Serenya’s breath caught, but before she could answer, the sharp sound of a horn split the camp.

He swings his four-metre-long Knight lance in his hands. As his fellow Knights form a circle around me, “Zion Mahji, you have been prohibited from entering ODRION, and yet here you are.” The royal Knight announces harshly. “The Queen requests your presence in her kingdom. If you refuse, we have strict orders to assassinate you.”

The priest stepped back now taking a large heavy dark grey velvet cloak and placed it around Declan’s shoulders. “Do you Duke Declan of House storm vow to uphold all traditions, and values of this kingdom and to rule with a just and fair hand?” “I do,” Declan said. The priest now lifted the royal sword of justice and victory. “And do you vow to protect your people, by all means, to lead and to guide them through the good and the bad?” “I do,” he said taking the sword. The priest bowed his head before stepping back

He was in pain right now, groaning. "Claude, allow me to take the lead of your knights," I said as he was heaving out a breath. "Rachelle..." He looked at me with his other eye while he was covering his half face with his hand. Claude nodded after a moment. "Listen to your Luna Queen," he ordered. Sighing, I smiled a little as I stood up. "Gather here, Royal Knights of the Waevalon Kingdom! Hear me as your Luna Queen!" I ordered. "Bring all the shields you have and come here."

"I bet the old gods sent him." "Perhaps they did. The mystery knight dipped his lance before the king and rode to the end of the lists, where the five champions had their pavilions. You know the three he challenged." "The porcupine knight, the pitchfork knight, and the knight of the twin towers." Bran had heard enough stories to know that. "He was the little crannogman, I told you."

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

“Knights are all on the same side. You fight for your king and queen. You will do as they wish. Do you think you can fool me?” Sophia bit her lip. It was true. Every Knight was bound to the royal family’s commands. If they do not follow, they will be persecuted in the Aisle of Punishment. “Perhaps,” she breathed out. “You know a way… You know… I can help you without betraying my kingdom?” A deep rumble echoed from the creature's throat. “You are a naïve girl. Helping me is just like betraying your kingdom to the Dragonae, did you know that?”

Hmm. Instead of holding a coronation or crowning ceremony, we decided to do it privately here in the office, not wanting to waste time. Using the same dagger I had plunged into my father’s chest, the elder held it in front of me, and I, in turn, held out my palm. He cut it deep; the dark red liquid ran into the gold bowl that held binding herbs. “Prince Kellen, by spilling your blood into the cup of the king's, you take an oath to protect, serve and care for your kingdom and all its subjects. How do you honor your pledge?”

I bent my head a little as he placed the necklace around me with the orb starting to glow. He smirked seeing the glow, “A sign you’re going to be a great King.” He smiled at me before moving away again. He went to the stand, lifting up the letter. “Repeat after me as you swear on this oath.” “I,” “I,” “Lucien Hales of the SHADOW MOON PACK,” “Lucien Hales of the SHADOW MOON PACK,” “Pledge,” “Pledge,” “To be faithful and to always put your subjects safety before yours,”