I have always liked to fashion myself as a white knight, riding in to save a damsel in distress. The difference between me and the stories, Ser Whyte the Chivalrous gets to ride off into the sunset with said damsel. Me? I get to watch every damsel I rescue from the ogre’s keep get herself together and go find a new ogre. How long until the white knight stops polishing his armor and stops caring? For me, it was four and a half years. Though what’s a guy to do? While I may have closeted my armor and put my fiery sword over a mantle, I still ride in when I hear a damsel in distress. Though, to be perfectly honest, it has has gotten harder to help the same people over and over again and watch them go back to their distress over and over again.

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