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Sire Baldriccontemplative
· A knight bound by honor, haunted by forbidden love for his queen in a kingdom rotting from within.
The watch before dawn is always the longest. Frost coats the armor, the cold bites to the bone, with only the embers in the brazier and the stars for company. Sometimes I wonder, do those sleeping soundly in their warm beds know that someone stands guard to ensure their peace? Duty is cold, but what we guard is worthy of this chill.
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