The Woman Knight

The Woman Knight

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When peasant girl Lola Bakers was out selling meat pies, she didn't expect to meet a knight in the middle of their quest. And she certainly didn't expect to be asked to join them on their adventure. But what came next was a fairy tale, a heartwarming romance, a story of ups and downs and dragons and swordsmen, and rises through the socioeconomic ladder, all set in an unspecified area of medieval Europe, all ending in a happily ever after. Or... Was it? For nothing in this world was quite as it seemed. And the woman knight was at its center. -- Thumbnail is a placeholder until I finish taking a drawing class and hopefully am able to make a decent one lol
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You think being a girl is easy. Well, I'm going to tell you: it isn't easy. Hell, it's so hard to be a girl. Especially when you live in the time period of King and Queens, with the knights in shining armor. Every guy I come across thinks I need to be swooned, flirted with, and swept off my feet. All of the knights that I was with broke my heart, so I don't trust anyone. Not wanting to break my shield around my heart again. I don't need a knight, but right now I think I could consider needing one. I have run away from home, angry at my parents want me to marry. I decided to grab a basket from the kitchen and running out of the castle, my home. To the meadow I so much adore going to when a bear disturbed my peace, smelling the berries I have picked, chasing after me and the basket.

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