Knight of Chaos: The Knights of the Anarchy (Book Two)
In the chaos of war, can one knight defy the odds to find peace with the woman warrior he loves?
Sir Theobald Norwood finds himself embroiled in a mission of loyalty and love as he stands by Empress Matilda in her pursuit of the throne. As he and her army head to Winchester, he stumbles upon a mysterious woman named Mistress Ingrid Seymour, hiding in the woods with her own quest in mind. What starts as a test of her worthiness quickly transforms into a profound connection.
As they join forces on the battlefield, Theobald and Ingrid face not only the challenges of war but also the enemies lurking in the shadows. Ingrid’s identity is called into question, shaking the very foundation of her existence, while Theobald grapples with his own emotions. Amidst confusion, they must find a way to let love blossom and unite their hearts.
But with forces working against them, will Theobald and Ingrid be torn apart by the unpredictable tides of fate? Can they overcome their differences and trust one another, or will the mounting chaos consume their chances at happiness?
Join them on a captivating journey as their destinies intertwine, promises are tested, and a love that could defy the odds hangs in the balance.
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Excerpt:
Theobald pulled open the flap of the tent before letting the canvas fall back into place. Despite the darkness of the night, he could still make out where everything was located since Ingrid had left several candles lit so he could see upon his return. Setting down the basket, he made his way over to a nearby chair and sat. He pulled his tabard from his body, leaned forward, and began to pull the metal chainmail from his frame. He took off the rest of the garments from his chest before standing and making his way over to the pitcher that contained the water from Ingrid’s bath. ’Twould not be the first time he reused water and he was thankful to at least have the chance to become somewhat clean.
He hurried, knowing the food grew colder the longer he took. Pulling out a clean tunic from his belongings, he strode the few steps to kneel next to a slumbering Ingrid. He looked down upon her… really looked upon her in a way he hadn’t since their first encounter in the forest. In the time since, he had been so focused on protecting her that he had managed to put all other thoughts to the side. But now that he was looking again, he could in no way discount what his friends had immediately witnessed where Ingrid was concerned. She was a true beauty. Her flaming red hair would be any man’s downfall, that was for certain. Her skin was tanned to a golden hue from her time spent in the sun making her appear even more surreal. What happenings could have shaped this woman’s life that she now fought in a war she should be far away from?
“Theobald…”
His name left her lips in a breathy whisper and he bent forward and saw she yet slumbered. Odd that… The sound of his name reminded him on how a lover would call to him. Something in him stirred and whilst he hesitated to touch her skin, he took a lock of her hair, rubbed it between his fingers before tucking it behind her ear.
“Ingrid.” He murmured her name, placing his hand gently upon her shoulder to give her a gentle shake. She must be having one hell of a dream for her lips formed into an enchanting smile that would entice even an angel to do unspeakable things to the unsuspecting woman who continued to slumber.
“Kiss me,” she whispered before reaching out her arms to take hold of his tunic, pulling with a strength he was surprised she still possessed after hefting her sword all day. His mouth was but inches from her own before common sense swept over him. Nay! He would not take advantage of what she offered when she slept, tempting though it might be.
He took her hands from his garment and sat back on his heels, still reeling from how close he had come to kissing those perfect lips. “Ingrid,” he said more firmly. He gave her another shake. This time more forceful than the one previously uttered.