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Re The Fabled Cat Goddess Atzura and 8Evolution8 No matter how many times he done it. How many times he put his armor on and matched with these highly trained men. It never felt like he belonged. And why should it? About a year ago he was a nobody. He held no name and surely no rank of importance. Instead of such a noble and honorable lifestyle he was the slave of a rich nobleman who enjoyed beating him. Rewards for the smallest act that left its mark across his back. To think is own desire to live when the lord's lady was attacked by a bunch of bandits had gained him this status. It was by chance that he killed the man before they were able to harm her, but it seemed his instincts hadn't gone unnoticed. And now he stood before the queen among the ranks of her best, no longer being referred to as his title of dog but instead with a name. Adrian Luvcrest was the name he had been given when the sword touched his shoulders and knighted him. He was no longer a rookie among them but still haven't had enough battle experience for his opinion to matter. Adrian stood there, shoulder to shoulder with people that referred to him and each other as brothers. They were little armor since their commander wanted speed for this journey, but that was also the case. Maybe thats why they were able to remain as they did, but he surely would prefer more armor. The power those orcs wielded with their clubs and hammer seemed foolish to him not to wear more. However like the rest of them, he never said anything. Wearing the chainmail locks proudly with a white tunic hanging over it, at the bottom was the symbol of their kingdom. The brown pants he were were covered from the knee down by metal armor, the same was said for his forearm and hand. Shoulder plates ended his protection. From their the long sword on his right and dagger at his left were his strongest defensive measures. Adrian stood erect as his dark brown eyes watched the exchange between his queen and his commanded. A man he didn't care for all that much and a woman whose beauty defied logic. There was no reason for their god to make a woman with such flawless features. He could only imagine the burden placed on her personal guards, lucky he wasn't counted among them. Hearing the plan and time frame they were being made to work in, he wasn't surprised. Their commander was always trying to impress the queen like he stood a chance of filling the spot left by their last king. He commended the man for his high goal and attempt at trying to reach it, but still found it foolish. She seemed to powerful to submit to a man and that seemed just what his commander had in mind. Give it a month and we'll be in there. One of his comrades whispered into his ear when it was clear they weren't been paid any mind. Once the commander hits that, we'll be living the high life. The man said with a big grin across his face. The excitement could be heard in his voice and it was enough to make him silently chuckle while shaking his head some. If that were to happen, Adrian wouldn't mind at all. To go from being a slave to a member of the king's council was a dream he doubted he would ever realize. In fact he was expecting to wake up from the one he was already having. Often he figured he had taken a blow from his Lord's whip again and was placed into a coma. He figured he'd wake up from his gifted and privileged lifestyle to see that man grinning above him. Those thoughts were always enough to bring his mood down. Adrian had been doing his best to keep them from his mind, to think happy thoughts, and push forward. If this did turn out to be a dream, then he wanted to enjoy every bit of it until it ended. Finally the two had turned their attention onto the small band of soldiers. Each tightened their stance and stood at attention when they were addressed. To contact the Targent Kingdom, bring back reinforcements, and slay anyone that stands in our way! The unit roared like it had been rehearsed, in a way it had. It may not have been that line, but they were use to being addressed and replying in this fashion. At least when they were within the kingdom or around others. They were completely different when they were outside the kingdom or back in their barracks.