Were Knights Nobles Novels & Stories

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.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

They came from the Drachentia Kingdom's border region which was near the palace, as well as the border gate in the rural area, in greater numbers than the soldiers had ever handled. Maftah started deploying knights belonging to noble families to help suppress the appearance of monsters. No noble family can oppose a decree from their King, but that doesn't mean they are willing to lend their private knights completely to the palace. Most of them only sent a quarter of the number of knights they had, while the rest were positioned to guard their property. Maftah could not rebuke the actions of the nobles for fear that it would backfire on him. "Dylan? Where is Dylan now?” Maftah got up from hi