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

Chapter 33

Last Chapter before the EPILOGUE!
Omgggg...
This feel so weird!

“There, now, my dear. That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

Rosaline ’s hand was shaking so badly she had barely managed to make her signature legible.

She stared at the document that laid in front of her almost in disbelief , until her uncle began to greedily slide it off the table.

The tip of a sword came down upon the parchment, stilling its movement.

“Until the signatures have been duly acknowledged,”

Justin Dart stated,

“the document remains where it is.”

Sir Angus made a sound of impatience.

“Rosaline, have you not yet explained to this insolent whelp who I am and of my rank among the nobles?

Why does he continue to behave with such foolish disregard?”

“Don’t anger Sir Justin, Uncle Angus,”
she advised wearily. “Please leave him be.”

But he wouldn’t keep quiet and kept berating the solemn younger man until Rosaline placed both hands over her ears to shut out the sound of him.

She felt so weary.

From the moment she had arrived in London the night before with Marcel and Justin and half the army of Sir Alexander Dart, so many events had happened, one right after the other.

Submerged beneath an avalanche of emotions  Rosaline ’s fatigued mind had had no chance to rest.

People in town and around the palace had been preparing for some great celebration for this morning.

The whole area seemed in effervescense.

The king, having been informed of her arrival and of her urgent desire to see him, had refused her an audience, claiming that he was far too busy seeing to the many details surrounding that celebration.

He had sent his apologies and his assurances that he would see her the following afternoon, and then he had ordered her to be taken away to a private chamber at the farthest end of the castle without even inviting her to attend whatever the important celebration was.

She had found herself with only Marcel and Justin for company, cut off from the rest of the king’s household and from all the revelers.

Which had been just as well, in truth, for the last thing Rosaline had felt like doing was celebrating, especially when she hadn’t the faintest idea what the celebration was held for.

It was not a feast day or any kind of holy day; she could only assume that the celebrated event was a personal one, such as a marriage or knighting.

Why she, the heiress of Valmer and one of the highest personages in the land, had been excluded from the revelry was a mystery, for her presence would have been seen as a great honor to those involved.

And yet, the long evening had not passed unpleasantly.

Justin and Marcel had left her to rest for an hour, and when they had returned to share her evening meal, they had brought with them some unexpected guests.

The first of these had been their sister, Candis, who had been at court for several months with her elder brother Willem.

She was a tiny, delicately lovely creature with billowy auburn curls and enormous hazel eyes, which were so captivating they caused people to stare at her quite against their will.