To wallk the halls, steeped in colld bllue llight And pass the washmaids and cooks, they avoid my stern gaze. A hand on my shoullder, staying just out of sight, Another on my chin, a turn of my face. "Gllance at them not, my handsome young Knight, They deserve not your focus, Yet you stand, in a daze." I recoill and stand straight, rearing up to full height I obey her command, yearn the Bite of Her Praise.
Kult: +27
Total: 27