Union Princes wrote:Knights Raven
“You will be king……” Gelt muttered, repeating the prince’s words like the devil reading a contract. “Brave words for a young noble.”
“You seek to be my ward….” the Raven stared ahead as he processed the idea. Can it be done?
“What will you do if I refuse?” he replied as he tilted his head down to face the prince. “A week is here is a week not on the road.”
Prince Dayfith
Dayvith spoke calmly but seriously, "If you refuse, I will continue to strive to learn the things that will make me a good and respected king. That is my duty."
Dayvith was tall, for a fourteen year old, but he did have to tilt his head back to look up to the Knight.
"As for a week on the road," he continued, "I should consider it a gift and a privilege."
Dayvith pitched his voice, lower and softer, so that only the Knights Raven might hear. "My Lord should be made aware that this fostering was somewhat compelled, as my father and uncle were at odds with each other. In some ways, I am a royal hostage for my father's good behavior. It remains to be seen if my cousin will continue to use me as leverage or if he will trust my father...."
Dayvith, somewhat anxious to get the conversation away from his personal predicament, decided to try and change the subject and said in his normal voice, "Oh, I'm not sure how my uncle reacted, but rumor has it that my cousin dislikes masks, veils and helms in his presence...." He let the statement trail off, not knowing how it would be taken. Truth be told, he was curious about this enigmatic knight, who had yet to introduce himself.