human
Crusch:  Everyone toadied to the dragon, begged favors from it, relied on its help, and in the process they had all forgotten how to walk on their own. "No ruler but me will try to correct this, for nobody remembers those who sought to be true kings. So it falls to us to do it.”
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Ferris:  “Lady Crusch,” Ferris whispered.
human
Crusch:  Crusch held out to him a dagger she’d taken from her belt. He took it and found that it was inscribed with the symbol of the Lion King. This was a precious heirloom of the House of Karsten. “His Highness had a dream—of you, and me, and him, the three of us, building the future together.”
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Ferris:  “The three of us… Me, with His Highness, and you, Lady Crusch…?” Faced with the striking weight of the dagger in his hand, Ferris finally realized what he had to do alongside Crusch and His Highness, to help in their resolution. Now, he had only Crusch. She was everything.
human
Crusch:  “His Highness loved this place,” Crusch said somberly, “and it’s where he spent his last moments. So I swear to him here: I will make you my knight.” At that, Ferris knelt wordlessly and offered up the dagger. Crusch took it and drew it, touching Ferris first on the left shoulder, then on the right, with the flat of the blade. Then she gave the knife back to him, completing the ritual of vassalage. No one knew a knighthood had been bestowed there that day—except one, or perhaps two, Lion Kings who were present. And it was a beginning, and for the two of them, it was also the continuation of the dream of their Lion King. Crusch glanced back over her shoulder. “We’re going, Ferris. To reclaim our kingdom from the dragon and make His Highness’s dream come true.”
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Ferris:  “Yes, Lady Crusch. Lead me, and I’ll follow. We’ll find where His Highness’s dream takes us.” There was no hesitation as he joined her. The first of the candidates for king, the one most strongly bound to her attendant, walked proudly away. The only ones watching were the flowers in that garden where everything had begun. Bobbing gently in the breeze, a single bud waited tranquilly for the right moment to bloom.