Novel & Cerita Royal Knights Resolve

It took me a minute to read the folder, I put it down and closed my eyes for a second, then opened it. "No." "You can't say no to a royal." Rhyker objected. "I'm pretty sure I can, the laws say so." I argued back. "No to a royal? They are always higher than you, even the justice." The content of the file is asking for my signature for a deal. I need to be his personal healer when he will be commanding the expedition with the knights and ninja warriors.

However, sometimes fate just has the best timing. The bar was suddenly rushed by knights with the royal crest on their chests. The leader of the knights immediately identified Matthew and kneeled down. The rest of the knights did the same. “Lord Dragunov! Please follow us to the royal palace!” The knight spoke with a tone of authority and respect. Matthew did not think that this would happen. He just hoped that this wouldn’t delay his arrival at the harbour.

He didn’t deserve Kennedy, and I was sure that Kennedy deserved better, who respected her and gave her what she needed and wanted, not someone who denied her even over sex. And that new woman of his. I didn’t see anything special about her. I turned my attention to my woman, and I didn’t like even a bit of how Raoul fucking Foster raising his voice at Kennedy, but I left it to Lud and Ash. They could handle this situation easily. Dominance was in my nature. It ran in my blood. I noticed how Raoul reacted upon seeing me. I used to it because most people showed the same reaction when I was in my royal mode.

Their assignment now is to protect Princess Ariana from threats, spies, and assassins. Because of the outgoing war against Allemagna, the knights in the Capital are understaffed. They can only accommodate sending the two for the assignment. As the carriage goes outside the gates, the two knights grow vigilant. Their hostile aura reaches the two royals. The royals reassure them, telling them to relax and that they will be safe from all harm. The knights feel irony saying that they should be the ones to say those words. But the royals just smile which finally calms the two down.

Olivia came running into Martina's arms. Thankfully Lorenzo recovered faster than expected all because of medicines Drystan gave him. Right now Drystan was standing outside her chamber, doing his duty as guardian knight. Months passed by, and finally the day of the royal Ball party arrived. It was a function arranged for knights who won the battle, for celebrating the long ruling of emperor Martina Steele Ragnar . The royal knight order and black knight orders arrived in the ballroom with their partners. The nobles and elders with their wives arrived.

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

A knight promptly dropped to one knee, presenting a thick parchment scroll. “Everyone, bear witness. I shall read aloud the decree from His Majesty.” Instantly, all the accompanying knights dropped to their knees. Even the Count dismounted his horse; the old man sneered, leaning heavily against his cane as he bent one knee into the snow. Kaelus was entirely reluctant, but in the presence of an imperial decree, he had no choice but to dismount. The snow beneath his boots seemed to yield as the Northern ruler was forced to kneel before his sworn enemies.

He shot him a death glare and cursed, “Ugh! You- you damn bast-” "We're at war with each other, moron." The royal knight smirked evilly while raising his sword again to finish off the rebel in front of him, but, PLOP! “EUGH!” The short scream of the royal knight as his body sank into the ground and only left his head on the ground. “This! What's this!" Fuschia landed on the ground. She gave a cold stare to the royal knight whose head looked like a ball ready to be kicked.

"They can be hurt! They're not above you! They've done everything in their power to make you feel weak! Powerless! But look at this, the prince who spat on the very people he claimed to be superior of. He was taken by those very same people he claimed to be weak! He is groveling, begging, writhing in agony crying like any other creature capable of shedding tears! They're not gods!" A knight came rushing into the room looking to be even more pale than the royal family's running directly to Brock caring nothing for the looks he was receiving and began whispering in Brock's ear. Each word the man whispered made Brock's stomach churned more and more. "You must be joking?" The knight shook his he

Technically, Victory did lose something last night. Based on how sated his body felt this morning when he awoke, the nakedness of both their bodies and a small spatter of blood on the duvet, it only pointed to one thing of which he was very sure of. Victory's cherry finally popped and he appears to be the unwilling volunteer for this momentous event. "Erm, Mr. Knight, did we.. Erm.. Did we.. Erm.." She stammered. Her eyes wild as the reality started to sink in.