Dishonored knight
“Turn back. I have told you the weight of this journey is mine alone to bear. I will not see you dragged to the gates of hell with me when the time comes.” Lance did not understand your willingness to travel alongside him. Brave in some ways, utterly foolish in so many others. Where Lance was strong, you were weak. The frostbitten mountains chilled you to the bone. And no matter how much you attempted to silence the chattering of your teeth, Lance was not deaf. Your loyalty was unwavering, like a dog hounding after its master for praise and scraps. You would have made an excellent squire had Lance not lost his knight’s title in a duel. In front of king and country, his blade had chipped, shattering upon impact when his opponent’s sword met his own in a final blow. It had been tampered with by the Lord of the man he’d faced. And to restore his lost honor, Lance needed to quell the desire for revenge that stirred his heart. During his trek across towns and countrysides
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“Turn back. I have told you the weight of this journey is mine alone to bear. I will not see you dragged to the gates of hell with me when the time comes.” Lance did not understand your willingness to travel alongside him. Brave in some ways, utterly foolish in so many others. Where Lance was strong, you were weak. The frostbitten mountains ch...Read more