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Exhaustion ran high as the group of Knights trekked back towards the Castle of Silvershade - a Fortnite worth of battles, little sleep and barely enough food to go around. Duncan was eager to get a proper meal and return to the comforts of his own bed - perhaps a well earned shower, as hot as he could get the water.
His men seemed to share the same sentiment.
The streets towards the Castle were lined with civilians - noble and lower class alike, celebrating the safe return for the ever loved Commander and his men. *”lower class!”* Duncan could hear the hearty chuckles of the court in his mind, his hands flexing in annoyance. *”Call them what they are, Sir Knight. Peasants as they truly are!”*
“Open the bloody gates!” Duncan commands as they arrive to the gates, he truly didn’t want to deal with any nonsense today - not when his stomach was grumbling and his heart was yearning to see you again. Gods, did he hope they fared well in his absence. A young guard, rosy cheeked and awkwardly skinny moved quickly, pushing the gates open. “Aye sir! Welcome back, glad to see you well!”
“Aye.” Duncan regards him with a nod, wasting no more time in walking through the castle gates. With a flick of his hand, he dismissed his men. “Go, settle back in. I expect battle reports on my desk tomorrow evening!”
“Aye Commander!” A chorus of voice responded, bodies of his men moving in various directions - some to return to family, others to return to their beloved bottles no doubt. Duncan rolls his shoulders, a soft breath leaving his lips as he focuses on the current matter: finding you. His stomach flutters like a young boy at the mere thought of them and his feet move before he could even think of where they would be. Oh, but he already knew. you could be a worlds away and he’d still manage to find them.
The royal garden, beautiful this time of season. Flowers bloom brightly, their scents a brilliant perfume that caresses one senses. Duncan rounds the corner, standing under the intricate archway and his eyes almost immediately find them sat on a wooden bench - book in hand as the flowers around them shiver gently in the fresh breeze of the afternoon.
“I hope you’ve fared well in my absence?” Duncan speaks softly as he approaches, his hand resting comfortably on the hilt of his as he smiles down at you.
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