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What was honor? What did it truly mean to be a great knight? 

Weylyn was not certain, as a descendant from a lineage of the kingdom's greatest knights, it seemed Weylyn's destiny was already set in stone.

To many, it would seem Weylyn had been dealt a lot of tremendous honor, born into a family with a thousand year history of knighthood, Weylyn possessed natural gifts and great skill and had long already been named among the kingdom's greatest knights.

However fate was an interesting thing and when disaster strikes, the fate of the Kinouri Empire rests on it's greatest knight, but of what use was a great knight who had long lost fate in her own kingdom?

 Weylyn finds herself with a destiny greater than what she had bargained for...

With darkness looming and a quest of great consequence long prophesied,

Weylyn must chose to either forego past grudges or be the very reason the mission fails and the empire is destroyed.


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He stared down at her, eyes aflame with his desire for her.

She lifted a hand to his bare chest, trailing her fingers slowly over his well defined muscles.

His skin was warm beneath her fingertips and his breath caught in his throat as he trembled beneath her touch, 

He lifted a hand to reciprocate her ministrations and she stepped back.

"Please Lynn..." He whispered in a low, breathy tone.

And by the creator, his words had her quivering in her need for him...

And she loathed herself, for she wanted him as desperately as he wanted her even whilst knowing he was the very one who had taken her brother's life...

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A Quest Of Honor

"Take the children to safety, there's a carriage at the East edge, it is big enough to carry them all. Keep riding and don't stop till you find Knight Bolev." Weylyn instructed.

Elyora Lightglaze walked down the halls of the Light Keep, her steps were light but hurried as she clutched her dress so the rim was lifted slightly, so she did not trip and fall over in her hurry.

It had been hours since her father had summoned her and standing at the tower of the Light Keep, her gaze fixed on a mystifying sight, Elyora had lost track of time.

Her father's summons were initially not urgent but after wasting so much time standing at the tower, Elyora was no longer certain.

"Father will have my head." Elyora murmured to herself as she hurried her footsteps even more.

Betrothal Talks (Ch.51)