A breeze flowed through the balustrade bringing fresh ocean air. Blonde hair buffeted by wind tore free from a golden crown until a gentle hand brushed the long locks away. With a final glance across the seaside city below, the somber king returned to the castle halls. Already an aide attended his shoulder with mentions of the war, he babbled while scurrying to keep up with the king's commanding steps.
Although the conflict to the south bore heavy weight to the king of Terith his mind couldn't help but dwell closer to home. After months of dispatching and receiving emissaries from the neighbouring kingdom of Raeceryn, his daughter was to be wed. A political pairing to ensure strong ties against that southern menace of an empire.
Yet, the king felt sorrowful to part with his daughter, the princess Elizabeth. With a wave he dismissed the aide, pressing matters clouded his mind and the King knew he could not focus on anything else. A moments pause, resetting himself, then he entered the chamber.
A young man waited inside, standing with a nervous cloud about. The knight wore nothing of finery, just well worn gear almost straight from morning practice.
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Edward, youngest son of Perric, lord of Athor, and knight of the realm knocked the sword free from his opponents hand. With a sweeping shield blow he knocked the youth to the ground. The practice sword quickly pointed down to his squire, “still much to learn Henry.”
Pulling the young teen up, Edward slapped him on the back and said with a grin, “go get some food in you, meet back here for another round later today.” The morning sun was rising higher, soon the land would awaken and the castle bustle with last moment preparations.
Pulling his hands free of gloves, he slapped Henry on the back. After leaving the practice field, Edward found himself wandering to his own chamber. Quickly he brushed his unkempt hair back to order, brown locks tugged neatly behind his ears. A glance to the mirror showed his morning activity, dirty smeared features and a grimace below. “Must look my best before the royalty,” Edward murmured cleaning to reveal his young looks.
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“Liege,” Edward spoke and immediately bowed. But the king quickly ushered him to rise, seemed like this meeting was to lack formality. Edward stood several steps within the chamber, a sitting room with several chairs and a table. The King ignored them, motioning Edward to follow to the balcony.
A grim smile and a friendly slap on the shoulder brought them standing side by side, overlooking the gardens and fields. Edward glanced to the king, waiting as patient as he could.
“How long have I known your father,” muttered the king, “twenty years at least, always the loyal man. Saved my skin in the campaigns, countless times I'm sure and many since.” The king nodded to himself before adding, “Cut from the same cloth his boys, always said to me.”
Edward held himself still, calmly listening in to the king's word. He nodded along thinking upon Clive and Richard, his elder brothers. They looked almost the exact same as their father, Edward himself took more after their mother. A memory of a recent tourney flashed in his mind, Clive choosing honour over victory to assist an injured contender.
“I need a knight,” said the King suddenly bringing the young man back to the moment.
“Your highness?” Edward gave a pause, “how can I serve?”
A long sigh, and a long glance over the field. “My daughter is to be married,” he held back Edwards response. “Terith must continue our close ties to Raeceryn. Princess Elizabeth is to marry their prince.”
“I've chosen you Knight Edward to be her escort when the time comes. With the war, I cannot spare many men nor travel myself.”
“I'm honour, my Liege,” Edward said with a bow. The pair discussed the wedding and details on the escort for at least an hour. The initial nerves eased leaving Edward to grow comfortable within the presence of his leader. After months of feeling chafed about being kept home from the battlines Edward felt a sense of relief.
Afterwards Edward returned to his chambers for a quick meal and to collect his gear. Henry was not the only one who needed training, he returned to the practice yard.
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