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'ready our horses,' said Edward.
It was time to strike Lord Benjamin's heiress, and the second in line for the crown.
'Hand me; The King Maker,' his steward brought Edward's sword. The King Maker, a meter and a half long jewelled crusted sword, caked in noble men's blood. The hilt was made out of snake skin, and the steel forged with spells and molten by hell-fire for that sharp edge.
A garrison of twenty thousand men, followed Lord Edward along on the kingsroad in mailchain, armed in maces and swords, crossbows and spears.
'I want to sack Dome before the king dies! we shall raid Benjamin's supplies, rape his people, fuck his wife, murder his children, and burn every last thing to ashes! do I make myself clear?'
The rapping of the buds of their weaponry onto their armer made for a reply.
'well then,' said Edward. 'to glory and victory!'
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Life Recreated
RomanceWhen the most powerful man on the earth falls deadly ill, with no heirs to take his place; his crown is to be given to one of his closets relative. The Duke of Pessline South. But when the Duke, unexpectedly gets murdered, the successor is inconclus...
