Humorous Wedding Speech: I Am Sir Kingsley III
Hello, I am Sir Kingsley III, I am a knight. I am 40 and the leader of my platoon consisting of 50 men, I own lots of land given to me from my king because of my loyalty. I have a son named after me Kingsley IV he is 12 years old learning the ways of being a knight and the act of chivalry. In my opinion battles would be fought way quicker if we had no mercy, snuck up on enemy and if our enemy drops his/her weapon that is when we strike. But doing so would mean that you are a coward and too scared to fight a fair fight. It is Sunday and I have just been notified of Germanic tribes burning down cities and also that they are headed in this direction. Later that day I round up all the leaders to discuss what to do and how to defend our town. The next morning we gather all the men that are already in the army and volunteers and told them our plan of action. They all
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I break apart from my men to ride to my house and see that it has been burnt to a crisp with no life left, I fell off my horse and sobbed and sobbed because my life's work has gone into that house and that my son had been killed by the germanic tribes. I head back to the middle of the town to see all my men mourning their losses and the medics taking care to the wounded. I am very sad and worried.
The next morning a scout comes up to me and says that there are tracks of footprints and wagons. I investigate and recognize these tracks instantly, they are the germanic tribes tracks. I follow them for about 30 minutes and get on top of a hill and see the tribes, I want to go down there and slay all of them because of what they did to my son. But I head back to camp round up all the army men tell the peasants and the serfs to follow our tracks north to reach one of the villages that the tribes
I break apart from my men to ride to my house and see that it has been burnt to a crisp with no life left, I fell off my horse and sobbed and sobbed because my life's work has gone into that house and that my son had been killed by the germanic tribes. I head back to the middle of the town to see all my men mourning their losses and the medics taking care to the wounded. I am very sad and worried.
The next morning a scout comes up to me and says that there are tracks of footprints and wagons. I investigate and recognize these tracks instantly, they are the germanic tribes tracks. I follow them for about 30 minutes and get on top of a hill and see the tribes, I want to go down there and slay all of them because of what they did to my son. But I head back to camp round up all the army men tell the peasants and the serfs to follow our tracks north to reach one of the villages that the tribes