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Quinton watched enviously as the princess danced with Valdr, a scowl prodominet and constant on his face. He turned to one of his friends who were close by, "Who exactly does this foreigner think he is? Holding my Princess in such a way?" His friend mumbled in agreement. Quinton was...

The taste of blood in Quintons mouth was immediate. Wiping it away with the back of his hand he waited for Esmerelda to finish speaking then headed for the bathroom to wash his face. "He is going to regret this," Quinton mumbled to himself. Once he had cleaned himself up he made his way to...

Quinton was taken aback. Without giving Valdr a chance to leave he stepped forward, a hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "Do you dare insult me? In my homeland boy?" A scowl overtook his face. It was known Quinton had an ugly temper on him and could not stand a knock to his ego...

As Ser Valdr moved, another man came forward. His name, Duke Quinton Of House Van Rensburg. He was Routen nobility and did not only come to the ball for the sake of celebration but also as a potention suitor. Quinton was a burly man. He donned his furs, as most warriors of Route did...