A/N My riddlers, please don't forget to vote.
Riddle me this.
Twin towers flank a host of fourteen
with all the court in between.
Born of chariots, their reach is far.
To friend, to foe, to all there are.Beside them the mounted dogs of war trod,
followed by those that speak the words of god.
All bow to the crown and guard his grace,
moving when threatened to take his place.To a bloodless war lowly footmen are chanced,
but deadliest of all is his lady's advance.
Dark ranks match them, man for man,
a pale knight leads, the charge began.Try answering in the comments, the answer will be in the next chapter, and please vote.
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