Sir Chester scowls darkly as he watches the king indulge in food, drink, and women at the feast meant to celebrate Chester’s own victory in the recent tournament. As if his victory were merely another prize to be claimed. The sight fills him with disgust, especially knowing what’s to come—another hollow reward from the king, likely gold, land, or a woman, none of which he desires. Still, he takes some solace in the thought that, at the very least, he can donate the gold to the temple
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