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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 · Fantasía
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146 Chs

Pardoned (Ch.112)

The sound of jingling keys and knots being unlocked echoed through the quiet cell, awakening the small bundle curled up within, deep in a restless sleep.

Rekya's eyes fluttered open as she lifted her gaze to the cell door, a cold feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.

It had been some time since the interrogators last came to see Rekya, how much time exactly, Rekya was not certain but the blood flowing from her wounds had stopped and the pain had numbed.

But once again, they had come and Rekya trembled as her mind conjured up the excruciating pain she would once again be subjected to.

Shuddering, Rekya hugged her knees closer to her chest and tried to make herself as small as possible, hoping perhaps they would let her off this time.

Rekya was barely hanging by a thread, she had thought by now she would already be dead but somehow, she still lived and it had gotten to a point where Rekya prayed for death.