The Way That Knight Lives As A Lady Novels & Stories

I wasn’t horrible, but I wouldn’t consider myself a beauty either. I doubt I would ever find a husband. The way I was looked down upon for my decision as a Knight said as much. I wouldn’t come to regret this choice, because I know that in my heart, I can help my citizens as a Queen, and as a defender. They never disregard a King who gets his hands dirty, so why can’t a Queen do the same for her people? I pulled his cloak tightly around my shoulders. Nicklos noticed the movement and, without a word, placed his hand atop of mine once more. Why was he doing this? Was he not appalled that I was a woman Knight in training?

“She has the kindest heart of anyone I’ve ever known. She’s stubborn when it matters, foolish when she loves, and braver than she’ll ever admit. And if anyone deserves joy—true, unshakable joy—it is her.” The courtiers shifted, surprised murmurs weaving between them, but Maddie didn’t care. She never had. Her words still rang in the hall when another voice cut through. Deeper, steady, and familiar. “If the Lady’s closest friend may speak,” A knight said, stepping out from the gathered crowd, “then surely his men may, too.” The room shifted. Courtiers quieted, curious. A cluster of Gideon’s knights emerged from the edge of the hall, their armor polished, their movements sharp even here.

Another knight chimed in and mocked me, “It’s the cursed girl. Despite her family’s high status in the society, she’s merely a Lady. That red hair is unsightly! We might as well cut it.” I did not plan to die earlier than my predestined death but god, this is annoying. So, I misdirected the blade with my arms risking a small cut on my cheeks and had him drop it to the ground. I glared and said, “I am Lady Erin of House Lockheart and you are nothing but a knight, drawing your blade towards me is treacherous.” The knight lost it and he was on the verge of transformation but Cadmus finally stepped in and said, “Leave her be. She’s not worth it, Bart.”

“From today on, this will be your world.” As they approached, the sounds of the city wrapped around her—horse hooves, voices, wooden wheels against stone, the constant murmur of lives crossing paths without ever meeting. Everything felt too fast. “Remember,” the knight said quietly, “don’t look too curious. A lady does not show wonder in public.” Lyria nodded at once, though it took effort not to turn her head at every sound. She straightened her back, softened her expression, and lowered her chin slightly—just as she had been taught.

"Say nothing." "But-" "Sometimes life requires a sacrifice, Lady Lewis. It's just a pity that this time you are the lamb to be sacrificed. Do you want the people with you to die for you? A queen must not hesitate to die for her people," he said coolly as if they were not talking about her life. Her eyes watered. She shouldn't have expected even a little goodness from Lord Knight. He was rude and harsh. She should have known that he was nothing but a cold-blooded man.

“As an honored knight of the House Fiore, I swore upon my sword to serve and protect the lady wholeheartedly.” Seraphina took his sword and gently pat his shoulders with the blade. “By the power vested in me as the sole lady of House Fiore, I shall appoint you as my personal knight. Please protect me and I swear that I will take care of you as how a master should.” Now it was the younger one who took out his sword and offered it to her. “Though I am still an apprentice knight, I swear to train my hardest and dedicate my achievements to my lady. As soon as I am knighted, I would swear this oath once again and vow to protect my lady even if it would cost my life.”

But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely Knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade,— There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight! And that unknowing what he did, He leaped amid a murderous band, And saved from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land! And how she wept, and clasped his knees; And how she tended him in vain—

he said. “And what is that?” “Men are not allowed at the Citadel. How are we supposed to get the dagger to the Na’Himara?” “I’ll take care of that,” said a new voice. Randey and Kale looked up. A young woman, perhaps two or three years older than they were, stepped up and leaned on a nearby bunk. She was obviously a Knight herself, dressed much as they were, in leather jerkin and wool trousers, her black boots well-shined. Randey recognized her as one of those who had been Knighted in the same ceremony as he and Kale.

The gardens on both sides were neat and perfectly maintained even in the early evening light. The car stopped and the driver opened my door. I stepped out and stood there for a moment, looking up at the front of the house. "This is where I live now," I muttered under my breath. A woman in a black uniform was waiting at the top of the steps. She tilted her head slightly when I reached her. "Welcome, Mrs. Knight. I am Mrs. Lucy. I manage the household. If you need anything at all, you can come to me." "Thank you," I said.

They say that when you meet someone that you love, your eyeballs widen. « My Lady, are you here today for your training? » said the head of the knights in the Rayginaz family. « Yes, as usual, I want to spare with the knights that you’ll select for me. I am using a sword today. I hope that you won’t go easy on me. » « Don’t worry, my Lady. I’ve already selected a few knights. I also hope that you’ll teach them well how to interact with a mage in a battle, » he replied.