Vorkaysus
The Crusader
The King of Westfraxia sat on his throne, slowly dying of his aged self, his heirs gone, taken by the enemies of his kingdom, killed by beings who were sourly hated by man, he chose Raibert to be his next of kin in line, though so young, he knew his heart would lead the way to a better kingdom for all the Westfraxians, he himself bore no hate for the other races, despite that they killed his three beloved sons, his wife long past from sickness.
Though all these things would seem to drag him down, he oddly was happy and content, a smiling old man as he spent time with a son that wasn't his, his chosen of heirs. Raibert would spend day after day with him, though always seeming to refuse the crown that was offered to him so many times. He was humble, treating even the lowliest of people with the greatest of respect, showing great humility, and oddly enough being one of the only lords to refuse duels that challenged his honor, responding that they didn't challenge his honor, but his arm that shed blood.
The king was happy with him, like his last son, and Raibert accepted such, loving him as a father.
Though all these things would seem to drag him down, he oddly was happy and content, a smiling old man as he spent time with a son that wasn't his, his chosen of heirs. Raibert would spend day after day with him, though always seeming to refuse the crown that was offered to him so many times. He was humble, treating even the lowliest of people with the greatest of respect, showing great humility, and oddly enough being one of the only lords to refuse duels that challenged his honor, responding that they didn't challenge his honor, but his arm that shed blood.
The king was happy with him, like his last son, and Raibert accepted such, loving him as a father.
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