Lady Knight Art Novels & Stories

I said, and she laughed, pulling out a magnifying glass. “So, Baronessa Franziska von Lichtenstein,” Linda started, her voice shifting into lecture mode as she examined the brushstrokes. “Yes, Eighteenth-century Prussian noble, known for her dark, mystical themes. This piece was stolen from a gallery warehouse during the war and never recovered. If it’s real, we’re talking millions.” I filled her in. We both knew our shit, art history was so interesting, I knew she would get me instantly! I leaned closer, tracing the frame’s edge. “Look at the detail, the moonlight, the wolves’ expressions. It’s haunting.” I said.

Her eyes were fogged over and there was a dark red wound on the side of her head that was matting her hair and dripping on her shoulder. Ivy held on to me tightly and buried her head in my chest as she trembled, unable to handle the sight as the Knights took out the attacking Lady. It didn’t take them long to stop her movements and the situation soon came to a close. I stood there and realized that she had attacked her Knight who was now sitting on the floor panting through the pain as our physician tended to the wound on his side. Her personal maid was the one that appeared to be sleeping on the floor, her throat cut from ear to ear as she lay in a pool of blood. The pristine walls and some

"As my prince commands. The daughter of the castle was the queen of love and beauty, with four brothers and an uncle to defend her, but all four sons of Harrenhal were defeated on the first day. Their conquerors reigned briefly as champions, until they were vanquished in turn. As it happened, the end of the first day saw the porcupine knight win a place among the champions, and on the morning of the second day the pitchfork knight and the knight of the two towers were victorious as well. But late on the afternoon of that second day, as the shadows grew long, a mystery knight appeared in the lists." Bran nodded sagely. Mystery knights would oft appear at tourneys, with helms concealing their

he continued with still-suspicious eyes. “Indeed. But some of your portraits still hangs in the great hall. Not to mention, you are quite famous, Sir,” the Princess laughed behind a gloved hand and he scoffed, shaking his head–although he was now smiling, looking a bit endeared, “Most ladies of the court would blush to themselves and call you the 'Steel-Eyed One', and for once, I believe they weren't exaggerating about that one, some people do age like fine wine... which means, there are some truths in rumors after all, who knew? Life never ceases to amaze me,” “I do not think you have a right to cease to be amazed with life so soon. And yet, how perceptive for someone so young,” the knight

The knight’s entire face was covered in green armored helmet, red x on a metallic plate covering its eyes, and reflective mouth guard hiding the rest of its face. " Come, we must leave,” Ardcore said as he led the crusaders to the staircase on the far right of the castle. “You will not interfere,” Palio said as she flew towards the knight. The knight then pulled out a green shield with the red x insignia on the middle and shielded itself from the enchantress’s blast. Meanwhile, the rebels rush up to the spiral tower within the castle. As April G takes the lead, she uses her massive sickle to open the door at the top of the castle.

And since Prof May was usually in the Prince's room, none of the ladies questioned her, so when it was her turn to assume command of all the ladies, they were not happy. This dispute was not addressed among themselves, so the ladies pulled their swords. Prof Rose was opposed by all twenty of the ladies. Pretty Martine Leeward was the only one who did not take part in the fight. It wasn't an easy fight, but the twenty females couldn't kill Prof Rose as intended. Prof Rose had triggered a variety of fighting skills and techniques, making her far too powerful for them. The spiritual ladies could have easily killed her, but they were not a part of the conflict because they got their portion of t

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.

Something seemed familiar about her and I couldn't place a finger on where I have met her before. "It looks as though you have quite the eye for great art", I said, giving her a subtle smile.She grinned, glancing at the portrait."Yes, I do. I am a big fan of seamus. Though he is not the type who takes the credit and comes out to the public, I love all his works and I always look forward to each new release", she said.I glanced at the artwork, a painting of prehistoric lovers, sharing a kiss while sitting on beach rock. The lady wore little clothes, which barely covered her body while her male lover, wore a piece of clothing that covered his groin area.

It's the only damaged thing in the whole room. Below her stand three lords, in three armor colors, they are painted kneeling at her feet with their heads bowed, and something about the set of their shoulders makes my stomach turn, because everyone else in the mural kneels like worshippers. These three kneel like men asking forgiveness in advance. And above it all, above the silver lady and her adoring crowd, the painter has put the moon. But the moon is being swallowed. A ring of perfect blackness is closing over it from the outside in, and only a sliver of silver still shines at the center.

“Told me what?” “The swan princess thing.” “That is not what this is.” He said. “It is absolutely what this is.” She argued. He shook his head. “It’s a coincidence.” “A very suspicious coincidence. “Victoria turned her attention back to the stage, still looking far too pleased with herself. The auctioneer lifted his microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, we will now begin the auction for our featured piece of the evening. This painting, titled The Lady of the Lake, was created by the renowned French artist Marcel Laurent and is considered one of his most significant works from his final period.”