#Chapter15

Fingers ran across the surface of the late King's sword. As The New King's eyes laid upon the edges.

Arthur's Sword. Not one scratch.

He smirked. Raising the sword up to the sky and bringing it down with a harsh blow towards its opponent, but stopped by a lower rank's defense.

The man let his sword slide below the golden sword held by Lord Edmund and swiftly brought it up to his neck only to be stopped.

Edmund held the golden sword's back to his neck blocking the blow of his opponent and smirked pushing his other hand and bringing his attacker under the threat of a dagger, about...