The Queen Who Adopted A Goblin

“She would have wanted you to be kind first, and royal second.”

The fight was not a display of chivalry. Bramble moved like liquid shadow. He didn't block; he slipped. He didn't strike the shield; he kicked the back of the champion's knee. When the champion lunged, Bramble didn't retreat—he scrambled up the man’s breastplate and held a dagger to the narrow slit of his helmet. "Yield," Bramble chirped, his voice a gravelly rasp. The champion yielded. A Legacy Redefined The Queen Who Adopted a Goblin