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Lexes Reed Dara Queen of Dara Kingdom- The weeping Monk

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Pronounced Da-ra

"I know who you really are Lancelot or should I say Weeping Monk. Now I know why they call you that and I am guessing that they don't know that you are part of the Ash people, am I right or am I right?" The queen said with a victory smirk on her face. Lancelot just stood there in complete shock. "How did you find out??" She smiled up at him then leaned up to his ear and said, "I have my ways." She looked back at him, she had a amused smirk on her face. 



Will Lexes take on her fathers dying wish? Will she fall in love with the weeping monk? Will he help her to achieve her goal? Will he tell her how he really feels about her?All Rights Reserved

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