I thought this was what I wanted?
The Knight genuflected deeply in front of the King, causing the tail of his ceremonial cape to skirt the floor. The King approached him and fastened the breast star around his neck, clinking as it brushed the polished steel of his armour. The star was blazoned with the Royal Arms of England-three golden lions-which were reserved only for His Majesty and the highest ranking nobility.
"Rise, Firmin, Knight Commander, leader of the King's guard."
Firmin arose to the thunderous applause of the crowd that filled the throne room.
I have strived my entire life to reach this moment and yet...
"You will lead my army North to defeat the raging Bulls of Carlsyle."
I would give it up in a heartbeat... but I can't turn back now.
"We will show them no mercy, for God and Country!" shouted the King over Firmin's head, out into the rabble.
The crowd erupted once more as Firmin strode down the ruby carpeted stairs and through the masses. A hero.
How could I have known I would have to sell my soul to achieve my dreams? I became a Knight to be a herald of peace, yet... I have never been farther from it.
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Prophecy Of Kings: Volume 1 ✔️
FantasyThe King of England will stop at nothing to prevent the fulfilment of a prophecy he receives whilst at war in Scotland. Even if that means committing genocide against the Celtic people. Armed with the power of the Celtic Deities they have descended...
