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My father became even more distant, all expression leaving his face and his pale blue eyes turning cold when he looked at me. The third person that was standing apart from everyone else was in a Knights uniform. A uniform that was a soft blue color with dark green trimmings and a rose-gold insignia pinned to his chest. The insignia was an intricate circle design with a rare flower in front of a sword at its center: the Du Pleasant family crest. “Oh, where are my manners?” Rosanna jumped forward and waved at the Knight, bringing him closer as she spoke. “Amara, you know Sir Kaliden right? Well he’s the Knight I picked to Guard me during the Queeness competition.”

Despite being surrounded the knight was never surrounded but the enemy was hopelessly outmatched as hours passed and bodies started to pile up. Kent noticed the enemy at the western gate was slowly drawn to him as more and more soldiers surrounded him it would take time for the knight to get back. Before he could reach he could hear the thrumming of chains in the distance. The familiar sound put a smile on his face as the knight turned around to see his old mentor and Venerable knight Khorn Fellfang. His mentor riddled in dents and scratches as his axes are riddled in blood, Kent saw his master was happy to fight once again praising him for finding a world that could be their new home.

The movement almost mechanical. Aria hesitated for half a second, then followed anyway. They sat at a table tucked just far enough away from the main room to feel private, but not hidden. Victor placed a slim folder on the table between them. Aria had her hands hidden beneath the table, her hands holding themselves steady. “Mr. Knight asked me to meet with you on his behalf.” Aria stared blankly at him “On his behalf, you mean he’s not coming?” she repeated slowly.

"They aren't marching to war, Soren. Look at their banners." Through the shimmering heat-signature of the high canopy, the embassy emerged. They did not move with the chaotic, wet frenzy of the blood-born, nor did they carry the heavy iron weapons of the shifters. They rode massive, pale-gray steeds that didn't leave a single hoofprint in the wet heather. The knights wore armor meticulously forged from silver oak—lightweight, impenetrable, and humming with a cold, ancient enchantment that deflected the natural shadows of the forest. Above them billowed the pristine, silk banners of the High Courts, displaying the ancient crest of the Tuatha Dé Danann from a time before humanity had ever lear

"Sir..." "You should see this." He held up a black fabric patch torn from one attacker's sleeve during the struggle. It bore no company logo. No military insignia. Only a single embroidered symbol. A white chess knight. Not the black king they had seen before. Lucien stared at it. "The knight..." Victor frowned. "What does it mean?" Lucien's expression grew thoughtful. "In chess..." "The knight is the only piece that doesn't move in a straight line." Vivienne folded her arms.

The only thing she got from the books she read was the history of the protectors of the empire – the 12 knights and the royal army’s prominent leaders. The 12 knights were appointed loyal, disciplined, and great warriors meant to protect the emperor and overlook the military activities of the royal army. Hence, their symbol was the eagle. The royal army, who looked after the entire empire, had the symbol of a shield and a pair of swords forming an ‘x’. Nothing about the protectors under the panther symbol was ever mentioned. “Could they be some sort of secret organization?” That was the only speculation Emery could think of. Lost in her thoughts for a while, she did not notice that she, too,

I held his face in my hands. "I'm sorry. I needed more time to come back with as much information as possible. How've you been?" Amari asked. "I've been good. Any news?" I asked. "Yes. I spoke to some people and they found out that, the people who attacked that day were from Glacia. Also,....the attack was not an ordinary one. It was aimed at the Royal Family." "Glacia? That is the kingdom of King Arthur. If he wants his son to marry me, why did he attack us?" I asked, confused.

"Angel Tiffany and I were old friends. My name is Wiggy, and these two are .... " “Wait a minute, what did you say? Your name is Wiggy?" The tall knight exclaimed in shock. "His name is Wiggy?" His friend exclaimed too. "He is Wiggy?" The other knights at the end of the gate also exclaimed. Furthermore, Wiggy's name continued to spread by word, inviting the entire population to gather. This place must have been a knight's settlement, with all the inhabitants dressed in full armor from head to toe. The women's armor had a short, skirt-shaped slab, and that was all the difference. They keep shouting Wiggy's name with excitement, who in the back jumping around curious to see his form.

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.

Not just for the cash. “You need to rent out a nice suit. I might be wearing something violet at the wedding. Their motif is green. I want to make sure I will stand out.” He laughed. “Alright. I’ll be your knight in shining Armani.” “Plus, you need a good cover. Tell them you graduated with honors from an Ivy League school. Doesn’t matter where exactly. Just make something up. You invest money here and there. You have a six digit monthly income.” “You really are going to murder your ex, aren’t you?”