Tuesday, 7 April 2015

My Queen in the North

In a time where honour was becoming a rarity, there was one man who would serve as her Queen's guard with no question. His sword, her deadly hand in the night. His life, her shield in the day. Never asking for more than the honour of being her most prized swordsman and trusted knight as his payment.

Armor - DPD The North

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