Romance Medieval Novels & Stories

I have to reject her as my goddess. I come across Bradamante. She is depicted as the greatest cross-dressing female knight in literature. She is an expert fighter, and wields a magical lance that unhorses anyone it touches. Sounds like the real thing. I know where my lance will be kept, and such a skill puts her in the goddess category. She is also coupled with the idea of wild love, but that is a more modern interpretation. Her lover, later her husband, was called Ruggiero, but he had to convert from Islam to Christianity before she would marry him.

What a silly question! Of course it was a real war. Odette had to remember that she was currently in the medieval era. The Middle Ages was an era of transition from ancient to modern times. In this era, there were still many wars between rulers. Anwen informed her that three days ago, at that place, there was a war between the Redragon army of Arcadia and the Panthera army. "Initially, we struggled a little because the number of enemies was more than ours. But my brother quickly cut down the number of enemies, and we finally won when my brother managed to kill Duke Redragon," Anwen explained.

But I clenched my jaw and didn’t make a sound. In a daze, I felt five centuries of memories, of my love for Clarence, being stripped away with the brand. When I returned to the castle late that night, the servants were gossiping in low voices. “His Highness fell for that human woman at first sight. He gave her the Embrace himself, made her a Princess of the Coven.” “I know. And he swore before all the elders that his love for her would be eternal, undying.” “So romantic. I wish someone loved me like that.”

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

I found myself asking to divert the attention to him. I watched closely as a smile showed on his face, as if he was reliving the memory of his queen and mate. I wasn't alive then, but everybody knows their story. It was straight out of a dark romance book, and honestly, it was the same with Knox and I. In fact, there are still portraits of the late queen in the castle and she was ethereal.

The signal flare I desperately begged for had now become something I stole. Roland did not dare raise his head, but his voice was crystal clear. He said, "Your Majesty, you may not know this, but after I was chosen as the Knight Champion, I originally intended to marry my childhood sweetheart, Vivian. But before I could, I was forced into marriage by Mirella's father, Lord Edmund Ashford. He threatened me with Vivian's life.

The night unfolded like a living painting. In the Medieval section, I was chained to a wooden rack. “Knights” took turns fucking me while I was restrained, their hands rough on my body as they claimed me like a conquered prize. One fucked my pussy while another took my ass, the chains rattling with every thrust. I screamed in pleasure, begging them to use me harder.

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

“Even though you have short legs and small hands.” “Thank you.” I said blushing, while he picked me up and took me to the nearest mirror. Now it is more natural for me to look at myself in a mirror, and even more so when the person behind me is Dr. Mark. “You look so beautiful.” He repeats once again in my ears. Now he licks this one a little, while I hold my hands on his hips, while I turn around, leaving my reflection behind. This time I kiss him, placing my hands on his chin while he lets me touch him. So my tongue and his come together as one. I don't believe in fairy tales, but I feel like a princess and he is a prince who loves me, and he tells me how beautiful I am. I feel like we are

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."