The King's Loyal Knight
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Última publicación sáb, dic 24, 2016
I was an orphan who was given aid by the knights of the kingdom. For some great reason, it was an order of the great wise King of the opposing country.
Yes, we were conquered because of our foolish ruler. but now, I can follow a worthy King to lead us.
But when the hero arrived, I was given as his aid, while giving him reassuring qualities with me being in his party.
I was happy for his high evaluation of me, but I am to serve the hero. still...
"Sire, I won't let you down!"
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