Nine Duels
Christmastide comes. All speak of it, surely all celebrate. Holy Rome keeps it's tradition herein. This city may not be all lost. I must seek out a priest to absolve me before the holiest night. I seek not the ear nor attention of Saint Nicholas especially. Juliet should tell her wishes. Mayhaps an elf will listen to carry the message to his master. The things I long for most are afar, trivial and decidedly best without. My chariot, even in its current state, is too fine an instrument for such small streets. Should fate choose to dote upon me once again with favors such as the company of kinsmen Abra or Petruchio, then be it so. Sweet aunt and uncle are unlikely to ever come here. I say so out of note that my fellow prisoners are young of blood, fair of face plucked like flowers of spring put into a gnarled vase. How strange art we, who stand together. How strange art they who fall.
Praise be given this day to the victor of the duel. In true crimson the hero came baptized in glory. King Peter, I have much affection for thee and thy household given that Caspian the Telmarine king of thy modest court is like kin. Rest well Pevensies all this day. May the sorceress remain vanquished for all time.
I have remembered me much. I see council with Lord Bennet, kind governor of the maiden Eden.
{filtered with little skill against Juliet's innocent eyes}
Spirits have watchful eyes. Doest thou know? Be they of the saints or Lilith spawn, they know much through observation. Methinks I saw a spectre some days passed. He came to haunt me. Or so I thought. The fiend did not linger. God willing he is gone. Even still, it is as though there is a small insect buzzing close to my ear. Brief blows to the air yeild nothing.
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Praise be given this day to the victor of the duel. In true crimson the hero came baptized in glory. King Peter, I have much affection for thee and thy household given that Caspian the Telmarine king of thy modest court is like kin. Rest well Pevensies all this day. May the sorceress remain vanquished for all time.
I have remembered me much. I see council with Lord Bennet, kind governor of the maiden Eden.
{filtered with little skill against Juliet's innocent eyes}
Spirits have watchful eyes. Doest thou know? Be they of the saints or Lilith spawn, they know much through observation. Methinks I saw a spectre some days passed. He came to haunt me. Or so I thought. The fiend did not linger. God willing he is gone. Even still, it is as though there is a small insect buzzing close to my ear. Brief blows to the air yeild nothing.
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