The Mysterious Knight 🏹 🔞 |Harry Styles AU| COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 12

It was late in the afternoon the next day before Harry finally turned their horses off the main road.

They rambled along a side road for a few minutes and then stopped.

In front of them, a few distance away, stood an imposing, venerable monastery, that Rosaline knew by reputation.

In fact, even if  she had rarely been through this area of England before, she was well aware of where they were.

It would have been impossible not to know, for this land belonged to Sir Alexander of Dart , the Lord of Dart, who was widely known as one of King Henry’s richest and most powerful barons.

“Is this where we’ll be spending the night, then,Harry Styles?” she asked, turning to look at him.

He didn’t answer, but sat stiffly on his stallion, staring at the monastery, as if he'd seen a ghost.

“Yes,” he replied after a long time, his voice tensed.

Rosaline thought about the change that had occurred over him during the last few hours.

He had wakened in a good mood that morning.
In truth, he enjoyed himself greatly with teasing her over the fact that she had curled against him for warmth during the night.
Teasing her for hours.

But during the last several miles he had grown quiet, and even short-tempered, answering her questions with sharp replies plainly meant to tell her that he wanted to be left alone, until Rosaline had actually wished he would start teasing her again.

She remembered how, when they had passed by the small barony of Lancaster , he had become incredibly grim.
And when she had begged that they stop at that place and rest for a short time, he had practically growled at her.

“I’ll not step a foot in that damned place again,” he’d said tightly. “Ever. We’ll keep going on.”

Those had been the last words he’d spoken to her until this moment.

“It is early to stop now.
Should we not press on and spend the night in Dart? It's not that far away.”

He shook his head. “We’ll spend the night here.”

He looked so strange that Rosaline felt uneasy. What had happened to him?

“Very well, Harry Styles. We’ll stay here.”

He was silent again, gazing hauntedly ahead.

Rosaline cleared her throat.

“Will we be spending the night in the middle of the road, then? Or shall we go down?”

Harry turned to look at her, and the fire in his eyes nearly burned her to a cinder.

His hands were clenched so tightly around the reins that his knuckles turned white.

“We will go, my lady, but I want you to know that the only reason I even came within a few miles away from this place is because of you.”

He spurred his horse forward and galloped toward the monastery, leaving a stunned Rosaline to follow.

Above them, Amazon, having been loosed to feed herself an hour earlier, circled and gave a fierce cry.

Harry rode like a demon through the monastery’s gates, causing the monks working in the surrounding fields to look at him in surprise.

Rosaline followed more composedly, smiling and nodding politely at the bewildered men, hoping that they wouldn’t turn them away because of Harry Style's rude behavior.