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“Token of my love,” Alianor purred, handing a purple silk ribbon to Sir Ulric, the darling heartthrob of tournament venues. Sir Ulric touched his heart with his fist and shoved the delicate item into his gauntlet.
“Won’t you wear it, my love?”
He couldn’t tell her that he already had four others, given after passionate nights and the same lying love words.
And the owners were on the jousting field, eying him malevolently.
Legend says that Sir Ulric survived the joust but legend doesn’t say if he survived five irate damsels as he was never seen or heard of again.

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    Neville Hunt 10 months ago

    Haha! I think I’d prefer to take my chances again on the jousting field left handed than face that quintet!

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    Jamie Clapperton 10 months ago

    Same here :-))

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    Frenchie 9 months ago

    Thanks :-D

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