Romancing the Thorn

“And then the mighty Paladin in his bright white shiny-whiny armor sweeps the beautiful maiden into his arms,” said a small cherub-like fellow with silver hair. Soulful gray eyes sparkled in the morning light as his tiny arms swung wide to either side of his chubby body. His spectacles slid down his browned nose as he continued, “He looks deep into her deep brown eyes and says -”

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