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A Quest Of Honor

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. __________________ ~Snippet~ 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... **cover art sourced from the internet, all credits go to the original artist**

JHeart · Fantasy
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146 Chs

Blonde Hair 2 (Ch.93)

"The bastard." Weylyn murmured as she shoved Knight Bolev forcefully off her bed so he landed harshly on the ground.

The sound of his impact pleased Weylyn a little more than it should have and Weylyn had to remind herself of Knight Yrazel's words from the previous night.

Knight Bolev was not the enemy, he was not a foe but a companion and a comrade in arms and at all confrontations between them, Weylyn could not let herself forget it.

A quiet groan of pain escaped Knight Bolev's lips as he got up to a sitting position, glancing over at Weylyn with a disoriented look in his eyes.

The dregs of sleep still hung over him and he lifted a hand to rub his eyes for a moment before lifting his gaze to Weylyn again.

This time, the moment Knight Bolev's gaze settled on Weylyn, his eyes widened slightly as he stared at her in horror.

"What are you doing here?!" Knight Bolev exclaimed in alarm.