Beka†Cooper
Prologue.
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Roger, Duke of Conte stood in the middle of the room. Looking at the chess set before him. Somehow squire Alan had bested the Ysandir. How!? If Jonathan didn't die soon, how would Roger ever be king!?
Perhaps it was time to use his skills. He needed to kill her ancestors and get the objects. 200 years ago, that was where he needed to go.
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