As the thirteen Dukes of France rode across the grassy plains of the unclaimed lands, uncertainty began to splinter across their hearts.
"Prince…" Duke murmured, noticing Valentine speaking to him in the distance. "Just what could you be discussing that is not allowed to reach my ear?"
Meanwhile, Bishop Frank and the terrible two beside him were thinking the very same thing.
"That Valentine…" Frank growled, cracking his knuckles. "I never liked him one bit. I guess all the pretty boys are holding their hands together."
"As the real men ride side by side," Sebastian said, gritting his teeth beside him.
"We'll get those three—Valentine, Prince, and Duke—and any other of these young, soft boys out of our way," Frank said with an evil smile. "All we need is patience."
"In time, we will show them the difference between boys and men, and in doing so, France will see who its true idols are." Frank declared.
