Knights Of The Queen Novels & Stories

"The queen started to suspect the remaining Knights for killing her best friend. So they all decided to keep on a low profile." Chloe tilted her head. "But being a teacher in an academy close to the palace is not low profile at all." "Not quite but the four teachers are the strongest among the Knights. They can hold off any harm that comes their way." Lucian poured another to his cup. Chloe nodded slowly then stared at her brother. He clearly hated the queen. Does she need to hate her, too?

If the Knights Templar were considered to be special forces, the Knights of the Round Table would be the kings of special forces. Even the fourth princess, who had quite the immense status, wouldn’t be accompanied by those knights all the time. And after hearing her command, the handsome secretary’s expression changed slightly. He knew the fourth princess was ready to go all out. … When the fourth princess’s extravagant convoy left the place, Harvey stood at the balcony of the living room while gazing at the horizon. Not long after, a distant shadow walked over. It was Queenie. She had just changed into a new gown. While her piercing aura was on full display, her curves were quite apparent a

Sir Crossram warned. Jin pursed his lips. A beat of silence ensued. Here, Sir Ainsworth regarded the rest of the other knights with mild distaste (or was it disappointment?) as those tired eyes finally settled on Jin, “It seems to me that everyone here entertains the notions of the rumors spreading about… so I’ll share some that I know, about the Queen consort most of you favor so much,” the oldest knight laced his fingers together, idly resting his chin on it, “…the one who was said to secretly practice witch craft,” Sir Quentin made a surprised noise, “… and who was also suspected to have made several attempts on the Princess’ life according to Sir Celestine,” Jin immediately straightened

We were in the midst of one of our favorite games: Queens & Knights. As always, Olivia was the queen, regal in her makeshift crown made of intertwined daisies. She would make decrees, command her subjects—imaginary friends, mostly—and bask in the glow of her fictitious royalty. I stood by her side, her loyal knight, draped in an old curtain that served as my armor. My wooden sword, crafted by Olivia’s father, hung by my side. It was my pride and joy. Alvin was there too, but today, he had chosen a different role. He was a knight, yes, but from a rival kingdom.

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.”

Pick up one of the best swords there was. With a graceful, long dress, dark brown hair, a pretty face, and a sword in hand, Queenie looked like a valiant and dangerous female knight. Before her death, Queenie was just a spoiled girl. Sword never made her interested at all. Even so, King Darian still ordered the servants to put some of the best swords in Queenie’s room. For an anticipated emergency. And she held the swords now. Queenie entered the closet’s door that was turned into a gate somewhere. If her father said that the North Sea Kingdom was underwater, this was probably the way to that.

Caliana could hear her brothers chatting in the main room of the house, excited. The Hunters yearly search for an apprentice had begun a few weeks ago, but so far no one had been chosen. They heard the King and Queen of Asteria had chosen to pass on having one of their children enter the Hunters Competition, so the Hunters had skipped going through their kingdom, and was instead heading north, towards their village.

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.

Seeing his reaction Lilianah smirked. No one had ever seen the queen of underworld. It was rumored that she wore a jacket in which a small symbol of crown made with diamonds was embedded. And both Freddie and Jack saw that crown. Freddie: "You...y..ooo..uu are t..hhh...he queen?" "Yes I am queen and you know what I will do to both of you when I am done playing." Fear was shown on their face. Lilianah laughed and her laughter was as invitation from hell echoing in the whole cell. "Then listen I will wrap you to beautifully and send it to your boss as a gift from queen."

"But most of them are... impressed. You saved the Queen's life." I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just nodded. After Alaina left, the knights’ wives began trickling in. They came now with small gifts and softer voices, concern written openly on their faces. There was no polite distance, no measuring glances meant to weigh my worth. Only relief. Only care. “We heard what happened,” one of them said gently, setting a bundle of flowers beside my bed. “You scared us,” another added, her mouth tilting into a fond, scolding smile.