#knightyearning

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There doth settle a unique stillness in the dead of night in winter. Whence all slumber save you, it feelith as though thou art all that exist, the world made for thee. Tis a most wonderful feeling, though it doth tend to be lonely. T'would be most favorable to share this with another

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I doth remember whence I was knighted. Twas long ago now, but the feeling of kneeling before my liege still lingers, her attention upon me undivided. Tis no small miracle I did not topple under her gaze, soft and stern and too many things to say. Her smile was beyond all words, would that a thousand thousand bards could sing of it and then a fraction might be captured. For a moment as the sword restithed upon mine shoulder our eyes met. Mine life became hers then, not just as all knights' belong to thine lieges, but moreover. If she doth look upon me as she did then again, I could dieith. If it takith my life to protect that smile, I shalt lay it down a hundred times over. And perish the thought, but if those hand, unsullied by battle, touched mine, held them as she looked upon me, twould surpass any feeling, any sensation.

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I could not tellith my liege. I saw her awaiting me to dine, and mine heart lostith the will to speak, so radiant twas she. Would it not be worth mine life to hold her? We talked of the stars, she spoke with sure knowledge and grace, I could nary focus on the meal, mine eyes so drawn to her lips and she speakithed. Whence the meal was over, for a moment I considered telling her what foolishness it twould be for me to be hers, but the words dithed in mine throat as she set upon me a second kiss. Twas longer, and I could feel she knew all I twould have said already in how desperate it seemithed. I hath no doubt she knowith what mine fate shalt be, and she carryith the fear I do. She knows as well as i that with that kiss she hath doomed me to more than treason, for mine heart cannot resist such, and so mine death tis but inevitable. With that kiss she hath killed me more surely than any blade might, and I would die that death a thousand times to taste of her again.

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Another letter from mine werewolf friend. The contents are strange, she hath included a lock of hair, along with a passage describing mine sleeping face. I feelith mine blood rushing to mine head as I readith her words. I wishith I could respond to her, or perhaps findith a way to seeith her in person again. I t'would like to speak to her again, perhaps askith about the way of her people. Twas lovely to hearith her speak on them before. She hath also included her name, which i shalt withhold, it feelith special to learn, though tis not unusual to learn another's name tis it?

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I shalt simply prove mineself of greater valor and worth to his sire of divine right than whatever lying, wretched mercenary might have pulled the wool overith his godliness' eyes. Not that he beith capable of erring. Perhaps a wicked necromancer or a roaving demon might be upon the prowl. I shalt ask my liege to sendith me upon the most dangerous, and important, quest she can findith and explain what I wishith to do. Then tis simply the matter of completithing the quest, something I am well versed in indeed, and then I might return triumphant and sweep my liege offith her feet and show her the full extend of mine knightly training if thou catchith mine meaning. Tis the perfect plan, and one that cannot possibly fail, just as I hath never failed a quest. As far as anyone at the castle beside one rather unfortunately present werewolf knoweth.

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I cannot gettith these thoughts out of mine head, it seemith my time away from the castle has done naught but makith my desires grow stronger. i still feelith her lips lingering on mine own, and the pressure of her hand upon mine armor. If she were but not a lady of such high standing, if mine life was not devoted to protecting her, but I fear such scandal makith it all the harder to ignore. I cannot have her as I wishith to, nor be hers in more than knightly means, but I shalt serve her better than any other would, and whence she compliments mine work, or layith praise upon me, mine heart shalt burn with passion.

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We art waiting until the cover of night can shield our departue. Tis best for the knight commander not to know i hath left until after I am gone. Until then, I shalt be asking Mara about werewolves, and what it tis like to be a monster. Tis most fascinating, I hath never spoken to an alive creature such as her, they art most commonly dead before I hath a chance, but I hath already committed the betrayal of letting her live, tis hardly a stretch to converse with her

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My liege is not in the castle or on the grounds. I assumith she was taken whilst I was fighting toys, as I twould not allow such a thing to occur under mine watchful eyes. I knewith something was wrong, but I allowithed mineself to believe it twas her desire for me, rather than following mine gut. Another way I hath failed her. It matherith not, I shall regain mine honor by saving her from the peril she is no doubt in.