With helms of steel and swords of flame,
They wear their honor like a name.
Their eyes are sharp, their stance is true,
A steadfast line, both old and new.
Through the chaos, their honor bound,
Never to falter, never to bow.
The King their shield, their solemn vow,
His life their charge, forever and now
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Ragar pulled down his sleeve so he could hide the bracelet on his wrist. For the past few days, nothing had happened to him caused by the jewelry and he is thankful for that. But he shouldn't be content if there is no activity. Usually, the danger is just waiting for the right time to strike. He could never be in peace without knowing the origin and what lies within this item that clutched him so suddenly in the castle……
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