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6/17/2025, 1:38:14 PM
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>John
"His name is John.." King Theo says.
The scholars all nod their heads collectively before they're dismissed from the room. You're tiny body is passed back from your mother to your dad, he holds you in a firm, secure grip.
"I don't envy you, boy. Sitting on the throne here is more of a target than the luxury common folk make it out to be." Your father tells you.
Your mother scoffs at the dark comment, "Theo please.. he is not even a day old and yet you already begin your dark rumblings." She says.
The king gives his head a shake, his dark hair waving and cooling some of the sweat slicked across his face.
>EIGHT YEARS LATER
The kingdom has remained relatively stable much to the surprise of the peasantry. Lasting peace between the many houses and Glengarrow had not yet been existent up to now, as you began getting older your responsibilities and lessons grew tenfold. Barely having any time to truly experience a traditional childhood, your father requested you be trained, learned, and ready by the time you become a man.
Ser Harrowbell, a renowned knight in your fathers army was tasked with fashioning and developing your combat abilities. Your first meeting with the man was a stiff one, though over some time the knight became less rigid with you. His short brown hair, and eyes as green as the grass would scan you harshly the moment you picked up a weapon and started swinging. His hand in teaching you the many different styles of dueling, and warfare was tough, but he never overworked or abused you.
When the eighth rotation of your life occurred, you very quickly began developing an understanding towards all of Ser Harrowbell's lessons. Much to his own approval, the king had given the OK for him to grant you a personal weapon crafted by the castle smithy himself. When you opened the coverings of the gift, you see your favored weapon during all your training..
>A short sword and a shield marked with your family's crest
>A daggered with a jagged styled blade, and a pouch filled with various tools and equipment
>A yellowish tome filled with magical inscriptions and spells
>A bastard sword, the sheathe is colored and designed with your family's crest
>John
"His name is John.." King Theo says.
The scholars all nod their heads collectively before they're dismissed from the room. You're tiny body is passed back from your mother to your dad, he holds you in a firm, secure grip.
"I don't envy you, boy. Sitting on the throne here is more of a target than the luxury common folk make it out to be." Your father tells you.
Your mother scoffs at the dark comment, "Theo please.. he is not even a day old and yet you already begin your dark rumblings." She says.
The king gives his head a shake, his dark hair waving and cooling some of the sweat slicked across his face.
>EIGHT YEARS LATER
The kingdom has remained relatively stable much to the surprise of the peasantry. Lasting peace between the many houses and Glengarrow had not yet been existent up to now, as you began getting older your responsibilities and lessons grew tenfold. Barely having any time to truly experience a traditional childhood, your father requested you be trained, learned, and ready by the time you become a man.
Ser Harrowbell, a renowned knight in your fathers army was tasked with fashioning and developing your combat abilities. Your first meeting with the man was a stiff one, though over some time the knight became less rigid with you. His short brown hair, and eyes as green as the grass would scan you harshly the moment you picked up a weapon and started swinging. His hand in teaching you the many different styles of dueling, and warfare was tough, but he never overworked or abused you.
When the eighth rotation of your life occurred, you very quickly began developing an understanding towards all of Ser Harrowbell's lessons. Much to his own approval, the king had given the OK for him to grant you a personal weapon crafted by the castle smithy himself. When you opened the coverings of the gift, you see your favored weapon during all your training..
>A short sword and a shield marked with your family's crest
>A daggered with a jagged styled blade, and a pouch filled with various tools and equipment
>A yellowish tome filled with magical inscriptions and spells
>A bastard sword, the sheathe is colored and designed with your family's crest
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