The Canterbury Tales The Knight นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Your pieces, then.” “Many pieces think they are players simply because they move,” he murmured, sliding a bishop into a line that pressed against my center in a way I felt behind my ribs. “It’s… charming.” “And the knight?” The word was out before I could stop it. “What does a knight think he is?” “Dangerous,” Kael said, and his tone made the word less threat than fact. “Because he arrives where he shouldn’t.” I let the silence sit. I let him think he’d named what I was asking. Maybe he had. Maybe I didn’t even know what I was asking yet.

They both set their lances at each other and just as they collided, the knight wearing a golden armour suit fell off his horse. Renai gaped at him with wide eyes as the servants took off his helmet. Her tiny hands came on her mouth when she saw blood seeping out of his wounds. This game was so dangerous. Whereas, Zebian had lost his interest in the game itself. He was only watching her make cute faces. His mouth escaped a chuckle when she clasped her hands on her mouth. Meriall didn’t fail to notice and smiled silently. The winning knight was Kolton. People cheered for him but Renai had never seen him before. So, she didn’t clap much.

Hovering over her. "How" Kyhe opened his eyes and realized his maid was lying beneath him, in surprise he stared at her. “I was-- Only checking- On you Mr. Knight. But you- Then you-- you” Barely coming forth to be understood were her words for she was in panic, not knowing if one show cried or held it together.

I am seated in the most secluded part of the café. I continued reading some of my notes. “Do you know Mr. King’s daughter is the fiancée of Mr. Alexander Knight?” Another woman strikes a conversation with her friend, a little bit from where I was but I heard my father’s name that’s why my ears instantly hooked in their conversation. I couldn’t hear her words after saying my father’s name because the barista was calling someone’s name for their coffee. “Really?” Her exaggerated reaction made some people threw a glance at their table. It was so fucked up because after that, they started whispering at each other. I couldn’t hear it anymore!

Unlike them, Victor’s expression never softened when he looked at her. What kind of man was Roman Knight? But one thing was for sure, Somewhere within the massive estate, Roman Knight was there. And tomorrow, she would finally have to face him properly.

I closed my eyes when I got in the shower. I can see my nerd, I mean that nerd I bumped into today. But I am kind of curious why she didn’t fall to her knees for me. She did smile at first, then I had to open my big fat mouth and ruin it. God, she is going to be a pain in the ass. I can tell. But then I had an awful idea. Maybe I don’t have to stay away from her. Maybe I can tease and make her life a living hell while she is in my kingdom. If it is so bad for her. Maybe she will leave on her own. But what if I can’t get her to leave? Then I will make her bow down to me. Then she won’t like the outcome when it comes down to that. I will make it so bad for her. No one tells the Knight’s off a

At that moment, I felt that as if my prayer were heard, in that moment of my daughter were being beaten I saw man with silver haired walked towards us, his clothes were looked very familiar to me, and I know it from a single glance it was the Aeternum clothing, help has come and come it did with power. “….ARRGHHHH!!!…my..my hand!!!…what happened?!!…..who…who are you?!..”.(Curly Moustache Knight) “Me?…your death....”. The knight were send flying his body were like a cannon ball, and crashed to the side of a house, a single kick caused that, the knight that has been so strong when harming me and my daughter died just like that, by a single Aeternum soldier.

I groaned on my stupidity to hide my adventurous journey to Italy all on myself with secret son of Knights. "What should I do now?"I rubbed my temples to ease the nauseating feeling. "Well I can only say don't cry over the split milk and enjoy this trip on your fullest."He preached. "Oh yeah The Great Damien Knight.No wonder my over dramatic grandmother would circulate the rumour of my missing from the states ans cherry on the top,Dalliah will be the chief propagator."I scowled and quickly grabbed the sparkling coke that the service offered me. "I have a change in the plan."

The knight looked at his feet; the stance changed to normal, he was preparing to lunge. The knight evaded the charge, swiftly moving to the right in the same moment cut the ataman's atlas vertebra. The leader tried a quick attack, but was impaled on the knight's saber. The tree… he moved slowly to the strange symbols on the tree. The symbol started changing before his wary eyes, changing shape... "Thran…" the words escaped him. The transporter symbol, so the stories are true… stories he heard when he was little. I just need to press it…

That someday, my knight in shining armor would come and rescue me from the pains of my broken heart, change my stubborn beliefs about love, regain my faith in myself, and make me trust in love again. And even though he came in a shiny package, it didn’t really matter. Because he made me believe that I… was absolutely worth it!