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Dreamboat

Warning : Mature audience only. All I ever wanted was to be happy. Live a normal life. Not one that has been pre- programmed. ~~~~~~~~~~~ I am Charlotte Montogary. I was finally out. Or so I thought. If I could just make it past these woods I would make sure they never find me. Nathaniel Tamarnz. I was in. These people are as dumb as fuck. If my own solider made a mistake of this sort, I would definitely have their heads hanging on posts for it. I walked right past them even without the guard's clothing and no question was asked. They just let me pass straight through, right through these bloody gates. It was so easy to blend into the soldiers. No question asked! Be warned this novel contains illicit scenes. Not comfortable don’t read it. Wanna no more, click on the read button. # webnovel/stphntina/dreamboat# *2021 Don't pirate it's not nice. * Story under reconstruction

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Prologue

Butherlands 1564:

I dipped the quill feather I was holding in ink and scribbled my signature onto the letter.

"Send this letter to the high court, Cintrifold, tell them to wait for my approval". The guard walked out, running as soon as he was out of the doorpost.

Today we will raid the enemy's camp. Gather the horses, men should be in their armor. We attack at sunset.

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Third person's POV:

"Fire" Sebastian shouted the order to the men at the fore-wall of the formation. They were running out of ammunition.

Hamilton's men were gaining on them. William Tarmaz mounted on his horse and rode onward, his men following suit.

We couldn't give up without trying. Swords clashed, metals sparking flames and all that could be heard were the sounds of metal in metal, horses neighing, smoke from worn-out fires, and cries of men as their lives were drained from them. Blood spills everywhere.

Seconds passed, turned into minutes, minutes that turned into hours passed, and swords clashes and metal ringing was all that could be heard. More lives had gone beyond the land of the living. We were gaining foot again. Hamilton's men had reduced, a good number of them with swords in their chests or body parts cut off. All we needed to do was kill their commander, Hamilton, and they would surrender. I was growing tired, my arms weak from continuous fighting and the wounds all over my body. My right arm had been slashed and the cut was deep, moving that arm was with the pain. Hipster, my horse wasn't as strong as he was. I looked behind me, my men fighting for their lives, willing for the fight to end. I was tired as well. My body aching.

I rode onward with the last of what was left of my strength, aiming for Hamilton, slashing everything and everyone in my way. With all my might I lifted my sword, high up, and brought it down on his neck. His head detached from his body immediately but he was quick to plunge his sword into my shoulder. Delighted in the fact that he was finally dead, I blacked out.

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