Love and Vengeance
Sir Bwalk rides, heading to the castle. He couldn't pause for a split second as he was already late for the Royal meeting. His heart pounds, his breath rationed and his skin of dark shade, is wet due to perspiration. He could feel how hot his helmet was pressing against his slippery head.
" Open the gate" one of the guards said after sighting sir Bwalk. The hefty metal gates slides upward, paving way for his black stallion.
He descends his horse, handing it over to his squire. The castle atmosphere spelt out business, off course it would since tonight was the Prince of Wales feast.
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