The Way That Knight Lives As A Lady Novels & Stories

Waking up in Brandon’s arms, I find myself wondering how I am going to balance between being Mrs. Knight and yet still stay true to myself. After all, I have found out that my needs have changed, and I often wonder if I am not becoming a completely different person because of this stripping experience. Could it be that it has changed me beyond what I initially thought it had?

“She’s been cursed since birth. If she looks outside of the window directly, she will die. So she sits in front of a mirror to see the reflection of the world outside the window.” “That’s it?” Nathan sneers. “What a dumb story!” “That’s not all!” Halsey claims. She clears her throat and says, “One day, Sir Lancelot-” “Whatta lot?” Nathan snickers. “Sir Lancelot! Don’t you read at all? He’s the greatest knight of all! The tragic character of Arthurian lore!” “Meh.”

I want you in my life, not just for a short while, but forever. My face was flushed and the tears were roaming down my face now. At this point, I didn’t care about my makeup which was already ruined. He was standing now and my sobs became louder. Slowly, he got down on one knee and brought out a beautiful diamond ring, the type I see only in movies. ‘Aurora darling, will you do me the favour, and say yes to being my wife?’

The woman that knight loves in the past. "Diana. I told you to leave earlier, I already told you as well about this event. I asked you nicely and yet you chose to do your own thing. This is why. I have my mate already. I just created this event for the goal of letting my constituents find their mates as well." I can see eyes from the side of her eye, aiming to fall at the ground. I took a grip of Knight's hand and gently press it. I do not wish to cause scandal tonight because this is suppose to be a fun night for all. I wanted that to stay that way.

That's what I thought I'd do too. I don't know if I'm acting like a chump by not doing it, but I decided I wouldn't because of Leif. I search Mira's eyes and wonder if she knows about the vineyard or the original plans for Camille. Of her three children, Richard seems closest to her, but there's that old adage of keeping women out of business. In the Knights, women are expected to be submissive and subservient, treating their husbands like masters. The only place I'd want to treat my woman like that is in the bedroom where she can worship my dick.

"So what do you desire of me, Norman?" "My pedagogue believes my painting of you may be of interest to our art enthusiast in the North, My Lady." "Ah... Knight Ambrose? I cannot fathom why he should be interested in me, I am after all just a lady. Did he send you to spy on me? You won't get anything from me rather than a boring mint tea, those rumors were ridiculous really, I am just a maiden waiting for her knight in shining armor. I have led a simple life, albeit for a very long time. What do you need to know?"

I lashed out. My hand itched for the dagger hidden beneath my sleeve, but I did not move. He wanted a reaction. He wanted fear and I would give him neither. “Your cruelty makes even vultures seem noble,” I hissed. “You think you can bend my will with blood? You don’t know who you’re dealing with, Knight.” I believed he had not had anyone addressing him by his name instead of his title, so his smirk deepened. “On the contrary, I know exactly who you are. A desperate woman clinging to fading power. A queen of ashes.”

"No the queen is not angry, but you do understand brave knight that to stare at the queen's chest could be considered a royal offense...punishable by death." "Death to witness such beauty as contained by the queen's ample bosom would be well worth it I pray tell." "Hmm my knight has a silver tongue I see." Lini says with a wicked smile as she pulls him closer, mushing her boobs against his chest as they continue to sway to the soft music. Snuggled up close to him, holding him even tighter, as one slow romantic song blends into another, there is a moment of silence as they continue to sway to the sweet sounds of a romantic ballad both lost in this forbidden fantasy of theirs.

The heat in here itself is beginning to feel less oppressive and more sedative. I slip into a dull, drowsy haze while Darragh tells me about a knight who is disinherited because he supports the wrong king or loves the wrong woman—or both—it’s unclear, and how the knight won tournaments in a secret disguise, and he’s wounded, and another woman comes into it and is mistaken for the first woman…

"I am so sorry I didn't get a chance to greet you earlier. Things were just so hectic with the announcement. Kanya, right? Zane said you're the best secretary he’s ever had. I hope we can be friends. I'm going to be around the office a lot more now." I looked at her and felt a sickening wave of conflict. I wanted to hate her. I wanted to see a villain in those soft eyes, but all I saw was a woman who looked genuinely happy. She was glowing with the kind of peace that only comes from thinking you are loved. She didn't know she was the other woman. She didn't know she was the wrecking ball that had just leveled my entire life. "Hello, Sydney," I said. My throat felt like it was full of glass.