Description
• Sann's voice stopped him in his tracks. "Christopher?" He turned as his full name coming out of her lips made the hairs rise on his neck. Her golden eyes were almost luminescent in the darkness of the night and he couldn't help but feel like he was a prey caught in the sight of a predator. "Would you rise against your king if he was unjust?" She asked in a hushed voice that did nothing to silence the echo that her question created. "A king is only powerful as the army that follows him. Injustice is not something swords rally up against, neither do I." He said without tearing his gaze from hers. • A knight in the King's army who has had his fair share of battles and a fiery red haired fallen celestial has more in common than they realise. Haunted by the fall from her home and the whispers of forgotten memories of war, Sann is trying to find herself and her way through the human realm. Christopher is trying to come to terms with the reality that celestial beings are real and among them while serving as a knight for his country and King. When war and beings that only exist in nightmares start coming to surface with the truth slowly coming to light, who among them will survive to tell the tale. **** Medieval ages; knights, chivalry, honour, kings and so much more. And amongst it all, a shunned out angel and knight find each other.
Prologue
