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“Doesn’t talk much, but neither does Austin when he’s with his brothers. At least, he doesn’t talk about anything of importance. We have our in-depth life-altering conversations in bed.” “Those are the best kind.” I shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.” “True, but it sounds like you have a good one now, even if he’s kind of bossy.” I snorted. “Bossy doesn’t even begin.” “Mack seems like that too. Knight was a lot more laid back and he opened the door and showed me that chivalry isn’t entirely dead, even amongst the bad-ass motorcycle club sect.” I snorted. “You’re not wrong.”

Selena and Johanna were seated side by side at the other side of the upper deck with Leah, William, Helena, and Amilek seated by their sides. Suddenly the doors of the great hall open, and royal knights file in at both sides like ants making a straight line. Armed with swords and clouded in shining armor. They matched in making a rhyming beat as their feet kissed the ground. They lined up at both sides of the door, making a path all the way to the priest. They clashed their swords in an X-shaped manner, each knight to the one opposite him. Then they stopped marching; for a brief moment there was silence. Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in

When two came at once, he set them against each other, let their zeal create openings. Blood painted the crossroads. Bodies fell like offerings beneath the gibbet. The last soldier, barely more than a boy, threw down his sword and raised empty hands. "Please! Mercy! I yield!" The knight would have accepted surrender. But the knight had believed in rules of war, codes of honour, the sanctity of submission. The man Kaelen had become saw only another servant of his enemies, another potential threat to eliminate. The sword punched through the boy's chest. Surprise replaced relief in those young eyes as life fled. He fell forward, joining his brothers in death.

The dragon was breathing fire over the crowd of enemy soldiers. Maybe Charles and Isabella were right, for once. Maybe I should do some research. I walked over to Felix’s bookshelves. I wasn’t sure if I was filled with surprise or dread upon seeing the titles on the shelves: Anatomy of a Dragon. A Brief History of Dragons. Dragon Battle Tactics. One book in particular caught my eye: an old, leather-bound volume, entitled Dragon Knights and Their Powers. Dragon Knights? Something about that phrase stirred something deep within me, as if I’d heard it before.

Sitting on the chair was a man in his forties wearing a gold surcoat, with an eagle embroidered on his chest. He looked at the list in his hand, and the man's voice was low: “Commander Gawain, I am here because of the king's order, asking me to select the best of your chosen knights to train alone for three years, so that they can become the king's accompanying knights, protect the king personally, and be incorporated into the Royal Knights. I see that you have 300 knights here who have just gone through two years of training. Time is running out, just let the top 100 in the knight assessment come out…“

“And King Arthur was going to have him killed, but Queen Guinevere gave him a second chance. If he could find out what women want most, she’d spare his life. So the knight goes out riding, and he asks every woman he meets, but they all give him different answers. Some want a rich man, some want a handsome man, some want somebody who’s dependable, some want somebody who’s quiet and won’t give them any problems… it’s all over the place. “His time is running out when he meets an ugly old woman who says she’ll tell him if the knight will grant her any wish she wants. He’s kind of over a barrel, so he agrees… and they go back to Guinevere… and that’s where I stopped.” “Do you want to know the end

he asked as he rubbed his index finger and thumb between them with his elbow resting on the armrest of his bench. The knights gasped and looked at each other, doubtful. The gesture caught the attention of Athelstan, who stood up with her back and rested her elbows on the thighs bandaged with the black leather of her trousers. "So?" insisted Athelstan. "If it were such an important message as you say, I would have expected to see someone more important than just knights." "We are Lord Doreon's most trusted men," replied the knight as if wounded. "And Lord Doreon is the king's most trusted man?" The knight opened his mouth as if to say something, but immediately closed it again.

"That night at the great castle, the storm lord and the knight of skulls and kisses each swore they would unmask him, and the king himself urged men to challenge him, declaring that the face behind that helm was no friend of his. But the next morning, when the heralds blew their trumpets and the king took his seat, only two champions appeared. The Knight of the Laughing Tree had vanished. The king was wroth, and even sent his son the dragon prince to seek the man, but all they ever found was his painted shield, hanging abandoned in a tree. It was the dragon prince who won that tourney in the end." "Oh." Bran thought about the tale awhile. "That was a good story. But it should have been the t

he will always be my MY KNIGHT IN DARKNESS THE END A/n: so this is the end of this beautiful journey.... And happily ever after.... Please tell me how was it?...did you guys liked it or not?..or were you expecting a different ending?.. If you have any questions , you can ask them... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did... Thank you all of you for your love and support... Thank you Love you all so much.... So this is me ...signing off...good bye...see you all at my next story....enjoy ...lots of love...

She did fall in love and that too with her knight. ****** 5 ACE MEMBERS: 1. Namit Khanna[BOOK -> YET AGAIN] 2. Dhruv Kapoor[BOOK -> EMBER TO MY FLAME] 3. Arjun Malhotra[BOOK -> THE KNIGHT AND HIS PRECIOUS] 4. Kiaan Chauhan 5. Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. ********