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 · Fantasía

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146 Chs

(Ch.139)

The inn was quiet, housing only a few patrons, just as Weylyn had anticipated.

This town was one out of the few towns on the way to the Migran Tower, it was isolated from other towns too and it would take a two day ride to reach any other settlement from all sides.

Weylyn had never travelled this route before and so she was not exactly certain of how it usually was, but based off of what Weylyn heard, not many travelled past this town.

From a look, Weylyn could tell there was not more than ten rooms in the inn itself.

The lower floor was empty, it was already late into the night and passed dinner time, all the patrons had retired to their rooms at this time.

Weylyn's gaze moved across the arrangement of wooden tables and chairs before her eyes settled on the counter.

Weylyn walked over to it, there was no one behind the counter and so she tapped on it lightly, hoping to attract the attention of whoever was in charge.

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