I gently placed a red rose upon the grave of my love, and grieved, alone, as was my destiny.
I had never known a knight more valiant, or more gallant, than Sir George. MY Sir George.
The very first time I saw him, he had his sword drawn, and was charging on fearlessly astride his white steed. I think that was the moment that I fell in love with him, absolutely, unconditionally, irrevocably.
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