Double-edged sword sharpened. Battle armor polished to a blinding sheen. Destrier groomed, fit, and at the ready. Duty, honor, service and sacrifice -- there was glory to be found in the pursuit of these. He was Right Hand to a great King, had performed impossible feats whose renown meant he would never be forgotten. Love was only a vague notion until he met her. And then it was reborn in the helpless, bleating forms of two infant sons, twins who would never know the sweet grace of their mother. The gentle care of their gruff soldier-father became the stuff of legends.
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