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The Knight of Arkay - Leander Boreas

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LECTURAS 453
Votos 25
Partes 26
Hora 5h 51m

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A knight's tale, as recounted by Leander, his travels around Cyrodiil and the people who shaped his journey.

(This tale began as snippets of a roleplay. Though the roleplay has since ended, I've decided to carry on this story alone. So, please do excuse the rather jumbled beginning. Stick with me!)

I like to think of this story as two love stories running alongside one another.

[TW: Rape (not graphically depicted). Gore. Death/infant death. Harassment/violence. Smut.]Todos los derechos reservados

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