Knight's Oath Kingdom Of Heaven นิยาย & เรื่องราว

" He thought. His men were too busy trying to help him to catch the bitch that had attacked him. He growled in frustration then softened his expression because it was not their fault in anyway. They were already too weary from fighting the men who had ambushed them. He had ordered his men to capture at least one of them to interrogate but the annoying woman had killed them all. 'Damn her! Damn her to hell!' He thought. "Sir Hunter." He called softly, "Status report." The young knight was ghostly pale after watching his older brother die. He understood the boys' pain as he had been in the very same position not too long ago. "Your highness," He said with a bow, "Sir's Henry, Castor and... Chr

“Not to the bond. To the vow.” The mark on my chest reshapes, lines twisting into something older. Sharper. A knight’s oath. A protector’s curse. Suddenly, I saw it, an image flashing in my mind. Aria chained in the shadows. Lilith’s hand raised, magic swirling. Kael breaks through stone like a storm given flesh. And blood. So much blood. I gasp, clutching my chest as the vision fades. “She’s running out of time,” I said. Dain grabs his weapons. “Then we move.”

the king commands, his voice steady. Kellan steps forward, his head held high, a fierce determination etched on his features. The king draws a gleaming sword, its blade glinting in the sunlight. “Do you swear to protect the Lycan Kingdom, to uphold its honor, and to safeguard the innocent?” “I do,” Kellan replies, his voice resolute. “With this sword, I knight you.” The king taps Kellan’s shoulder, and the crowd erupts into cheers. Kellan beams, his chest swelling with pride as he turns to face the people.

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. With a final bow to Micah, the knight returned to the arena, trotting on his black horse. He stood before his opponent, then slowly wore his helmet back to protect his face. But before Micah could fully recover her composure, the second knight approached. His armor gleamed no less proudly, and his bearing was steady as stone. He came to stand before the king and queen, his voice firm though touched with reverence. "Your Grace," he said, bowing deeply, "that I may bear your favor, that I might fight with your blessing?"

“This is loyalty to what comes after. A vow to protect it, whatever the cost.” One by one, they came forward. Blood to blade, blade to stone. Each oath carved the same words into air and memory: “To the blood that binds kingdoms. To the heir that will not kneel.” When Matteo came last, he met her eyes as his blood hit the stone. “I swear not to the queen,” he said softly, “but to the woman who gave me something worth dying for.” She exhaled a tremor, fragile and real and the mark of his vow shimmered briefly across the serpent crest.

A woman. Tall. Powerful. Ancient. Her stone armor shimmered with blue light. Then she knelt. Immediately. "Your Majesty." The voice echoed through the palace. Everyone stared. Then all the other warriors knelt too. One after another. The sound echoed like thunder. The Last King closed his eyes. Almost sadly. Then: "You remained." The warrior nodded. "We swore an oath." Silence. Then: "We waited." God. Everyone had been waiting. The King.

“We’ve lived too long under oaths that served only one side. It’s time we write our own.” He reached under the table and pulled out a rolled piece of parchment, its seal unmistakable even in the dim light. Rowan’s crest. The original royal oath document that had once bound Blackthorn to the crown—terms for troops, taxes, obedience. Kael had kept it. Not as a treasure. As a chain he’d finally broken. He set it in the center of the table. “For years,” he said, voice low, “this was the only promise that mattered to the crown. My father’s name inked under their terms. My blood expected to enforce them.”

I asked in a respectful manner The man whom I assumed to be a Noble, cleared his throat before he spoke “Are you interested in working as a knight?” “Knight?” I confusingly asked “Whaaaaaat?” The man laughed “I saw how you fought the serpent and I hate to say this, but you’re definitely strong. I’d love to have you work for me. What do you think?” For a moment, I am dumbfounded and didn’t understand what the gentleman just said. While he was looking at me with eyes of excitement and thrill, here am I, in the corner of my mind nervously thinking how I am going to respond to his offer.

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.

Gladly, putting some make up doesnvt really take a lot of time and effort because it's only foundation and liptint Anyway, after I got the make up, I immediatly asked one of my knight to get me a water just so Blythe can wash her face. Since this knight had taken an oath to dad, he won't try to spread rumor against me Oath is like a life for knights, they can never go against it because if they do, they wonvt be able to wield a sword anymore "You may leave now" I said to the knight As soon as he left, Blythe then washed her face thoroughly until it's fully cleaned amd wiped it with a clean towel.