Weight of the Crown
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  • Odsłon 70
  • Głosy 7
  • Części 4
  • Czas 31m
W Trakcie, Pierwotnie opublikowano kwi 03, 2023
Daytime, at the port of Sael, Faheem. There was a boat heading to go Northwest course, to Folkshore port of Dawsbergen. The sudden arrival of a small battalion led by a young man startled 𝘓𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘋𝘰𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘴'𝘴  battalion. They hide by the nearest hiding spot on the port. 

He heard their conversation of the young man with his vassal about them heading to Dawsbergen. He was named 𝘙𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴, son of 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴. 𝘓𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘋𝘰𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘴 raged in anger after hearing that the man was the son of the traitor who beheaded his father and the one who slaughtered his brothers.

Will love and peace could bloom? Or will it leads to another betrayal once more?

"𝙸'd 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝." - 𝘓𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘋𝘰𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘴.

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Cover by: Zeniths Icor

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