The Knight's Heart

Prologue

The Knight’s Heart

Prologue

“Lyra, come here!” shouted out Hunter, his voice cracking off the edge of boyhood as it echoed off the walls of the armory. He leaned back against the wall, glancing over at her and taking in every little small detail of her face; the way her red lips quirked up as he said her name, the light blush that coated her porcelain cheeks and the way she glanced up at him through her lashes. She thought he didn’t notice these small little things about her, she was oblivious to the way he watched her, like she was the most precious gem in the world.

The armoury was located in the outer building near the castle. He often found Lyra here, looking through the weapons and running her fingers along the metal as if she could hear the past battles that they had gone through. She often had this far away look on her face whenever she was in this room. He often watched her silently from the door, he didn’t want to disturb her as he knew how much she loved this place, however, he always wanted to make sure she was alright.

She looked up at him, drawing her sword from her scabbard and raising it. “You come to fight me, oh valiantknight,” she mocked, her voice tinkling like bells. She let out a giggle and hopped forward, her skirts floating around her ankles like a cloud of blue smoke. She raised her sword to his neck, tilting his chin up. She looked up at him, her eyebrow raised. “Well, are we going to fight or not?”

Hunter chuckled and pushed the sword away and looking down at her small form. “You know we can’t, I came to find you, Tate wants to know where you are. You know you can’t be in the armoury,” he told her simply, reaching his hand out and brushing a lock of her black hair behind her ear. He tilted his head down, a smile tugging at his lips as he looked down at her. She could be a perfect knight he thought, she had such a fire in her, one that could rival the fiercest knights.

“Oh, Princess please have mercy!” He cried out dramatically, laughing loudly as she took a swipe at him with her sword. He laughed out, his head thrown back. He shook his head and reached his hands out, grabbing onto her hips and moving them more to the side. “At least get your stance right, kitten,” he told her. She merely glared at him, her strange coloured eyes narrowing at him. “Come on, I don’t want to get in trouble with Tate for not bringing you to him,” he told her, grabbing onto her arm and pulling her to his side.

Lyra was the Princess of the Kingdom of Estovonia. She was the only heir to the throne and she was treated more like a Queen than a Princess. People valued her more than anything. She was gorgeous, her eyes shone whenever she got happy. Her right eye was a light forest green and her left eye was a light sky blue. She had dark, raven black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. She was the epitome of beauty.

Hunter pulled her along the dark halls, being careful not to pull her along too quickly. The cobblestone floor was quite uneven and he had seen the Princess fall quite a lot on these floors, admittedly he might have been the one to push her, but he didn’t want to see her fall again. He looked down at her, she was frowning quiet deeply and he wanted to know what was on her mind. He poked her cheek and looked down at her, squeezing her hand lightly.

“What’s the matter?” he asked her softly, as they walked out of the armoury halls. He brought her hands up to his mouth as he gently kissed her knuckles absentmindedly, his bots crunching under the grass. The sun was setting, the sky was streaked in bright oranges and yellows, with watermelon pink mixing in the middle, from the east dark, black clouds began crawling towards them. He could sense a storm approaching, with a hint of something else. He shook his head to rid himself of those negative thoughts. She was much smaller than he was, she was tiny and petite compared to him. He was quite tall, with black messy hair and dark blue, smoldering eyes. He was around sixteen years old whereas she was only fifteen.