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Swords & Roses

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Don't abuse the weak, protect those who asks you, don't make them plead"  those were the last words that rang in Vojislav Dave heard' ears as he walks away from his father's grave. Followed him behind was his precious Eleanor. Her soothing voice comforted him. After his mother, followed by the death of his father--Vojislav Dave heard, a knight's son in the beautiful village of Ruthenia, Ukraine, he and his lover's story were widespread as one of the most tragic tales in history. On September of 1300 CE, the supposed Byzantine raid on his village--massacred his people. The raid left a broken and a burning Ruthenia.  The byzantine soldiers were ruthless--setting houses on fire, assaulting women, beating the elderly and stripping children away from their land and shipping them off as Slaves. The two were abducted in the raid and were shipped off to Byzantium--the capital of Anatolia. There, Slav was put in the emperor's army as a knight. whereas Eleanor's fate seemed uncertain at first. Since she was a girl and a slave--her fate was divided into 2 paths. - being sold to the tavern Or sold to the imperial palace for the prince's pleasure. Eleanor was a modest girl, though fate seemed to be the opposite for her--and soon she was admitted into the imperial palace. Where she learned to survive the deadly political intrigues of the concubines. The day she stepped foot in their--she sensed the brewing enmity between her and them--since the prince made her his most favored concubine. Would she bend to her fate? Would she be united with her love? Now, that's worth a chapter!! "UNDER MAJOR EDITTING"
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