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Harry travelled by horse, along guards that stretched out 15 miles to his rear, and ten miles to his front.
'london is yet a nights' journey away,' informed his squire.
'Good,' said Harry. 'I am fucking tired of riding horse. My thighs are blotched.'
It was his campaign for the crown. Marry the illegitimate, bastard daughter of the lord of Andles, that has only recently been granted to be legitimised and carry her father's name.
Why, Harry had not fully comprehended, but that wasn't really any problem. He'd marry her only for his allies, and henceforth his kingship.
all in all, it did take a night and day of adventure, before Harry and his host arrived at the London estate.
His horses were watered, and his men feed. Harry was greeted spectacularly. Music, and a feast.
The lady Cassandra was there too, dressed beautifully in a gown woven by gold.
'When will this marriage take place,' the lord of the andles inquired.
'At the very morrow,' Harry promised.m
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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...
