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"Ruber."
Instinctively, she took a step backwards, her fingers curling around a knife on the counter top. She had met the knight once, when she was younger, and she would never forget those eyes - nor that face. He terrified her. Still, she stood up straight and glared. She wouldn't back down. To protect her mother, and her father's memory.
"Get out of here! You're not welcome in this house!"








