Knight for the Prince

Knight for the Prince

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Marilyn's mother died of cancer. Forced to live with her uncle. Merchant Lord Grimston is well known and respected in the kingdom. What is a girl to do when you feel that death would be easier than a pre-arranged marriage? She won't let her uncle's soldiers get their filthy paws on her father's armor and old squire sword. Her father taught her the skill of a sword through vigorous training. Training meant for hardened soldiers. She was told that her father died on the battlefield by everyone in her village and the kingdom. If she is caught she will be executed for Impersonating a soldier or so she believes. With her choice made she finds herself standing before the prince and the beginning of an adventure that will change her life forever. Feel free to comment on my work. If you find any errors in my work, please feel free to point them out. It is only with your help that I can improve my writing. 🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🍻🦊🍻🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾
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"Estelle, I will kill any man who stands in my way of having you. I will kill one to one thousand men!" I snarled, fury consuming me as her frightened eyes widened. Tears now slipping down her perfect cheeks. She had to understand. I would do anything to ensure that she stay by my side. Anything. "I-I do not want that," she whimpered. Her body shook as she wiped at the flushed skin of her face. My arms instinctively going around her slight body. Pulling her into me. She shook softly as she cried. I would not treat her as a child, she is my wife, my Queen. She should know what I am capable of and why. "You are a monster Loche," she sobbed out as I brought her closer to me. Her weak attempts at fighting my embrace were futile. I held her tighter as sobs racked her body. "I am your monster, Estelle." ___________ A Dragon Prince trained to be King. A Fae Princess trained to be herself. The oldest tale, dark and light mixing together to become something beautiful or disastrous?

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