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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 · แฟนตาซี
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His Rivalry (Ch.89)

Weylyn stepped out of the tavern, sighing in relief as the wave of the overwhelming noise was left behind and the chilling cold air brushed over her face, calming her.

She sucked in a deep breath, Knight Bolev and Yrazel had been at it for almost a half hour, eventually, Lord Jilon had to interfere and remind them the party would be returning to the Thurian citadel on the morrow.

They would need to be sober enough to ride and so the drinking battle had come to an undecided end, though all eyes could see Knight Bolev had become winded while Knight Yrazel remained completely indifferent.

Weylyn could not understand, why anyone could be unaffected by that horrible tasting liquid, even wine was unbecoming to her...but ale? It was simply distasteful.