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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

At Maedor's words, they both fell into silence and Fiona gestured to the warm water she brought along to help Maedor was himself up since he was not healthy enough to go over to the washroom.

"I came in here to clean you up but I see you are already so energetic. Get cleaned up then, before the water goes cold." Fiona reminded, a small smile on her lips.

Maedor's eyes widened slightly as he wrapped his arms around himself, realization dawning on him that he was staring straight at the person who had changed him.

Maedor had still been hopeful it was a male who had laid hands on his body, even that would be extremely unsettling but it was still much better by Maedor's standard.

As a royal prince, he did not have many attendants assigned to him, the elves did not leave as luxuriously as the mortal royalties did even if the reign of the elves lasted for centuries.

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