Once upon a time...

There was a fiery knight. Cruel and ruthless, he oppressed the citizens of his Lord's freehold with an iron fist. Laid low any challenges that came his way...conquered and sowed terror across the lands at the mere request of his lord.

One day, the knight was given a very special task by his master. A sidhe duchess was being transported along the outer reaches of her duchy. A potentially dangerous occurrence, should an opposing power catch wind of such of a thing. Little did they know, the master's spies were very good at their job. The knight's quest was dangerous...assault the caravan which carried her, kidnap her and bring her back to the master's stronghold. The knight, readily agreed.

The journey was perilous, through savage countrysides and haunted forests...though none could stand before the knight as any real challenge.

Came the day that the knight spotted the Duchess' caravan...speeding away at the sight of his banner. The knight charged...the vanguard engaged...the rear guard defended...the affair was a bloody one. His skill with a greatsword was legend...the ringing of steel echoed like thunder strikes along the surrounding cliffs. The chase lasting days...before finally the last of the duchess' guards lay slain at the violent knight's feet.

The duchess stepped from her carriage...an air of austere command about her...pride would not allow her to cower or crumble, forever defiant beneath the glare of her captor, even while he shackled her.

In the ensuing violence, the horses had been slain which led the pair to walking back to his master's stronghold. Days...turned to weeks...and in that time, the duchess bided her time. It had become evident to her that the knight was honor-bound to his master. Her revenge would come.

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