rise up dadzig nation

Enough! Damn it, you bastard! ...You're good! / Zizka, you alright? / So... Do you reckon you can trust an outlaw to keep his word of honour? Hm?

“My lord, that was good training.”

Henry’s voice cut through the haze that had settled over Hans’s thoughts.

He blinked.

For a moment, he had completely forgotten where he was.

Or rather, what had stolen his attention.

Henry stood only a few steps away, flushed from training, sweat glistening on his skin. Without a second thought, he lifted the hem of his shirt and wiped his face.

Hans immediately regretted looking.

“Hans?”

Hans stared.

“Is everything alright?”

“What?” He straightened. “Oh. Yes. Yes, of course.”

Henry lowered his shirt and frowned.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

Hans’s eyes darted away for all of half a second before finding their way back.

“You sweat.”

Henry raised an eyebrow.

“And you stink.”

That earned him a short laugh. “Well, we have been training.”

“Right.”

A silence settled between them. Hans cleared his throat.

“We should take a bath.”

Henry tilted his head.

“…We?”

Hans froze. A heartbeat passed. Then another.

“You should take a bath.”

The corner of Henry’s mouth twitched.

Chilling by the water.

Sighing, he knocked calmly yet firmly on the door, "I know you're in there. Make yourself decent and present yourself."

Sure enough, after some fumbling and hushed comments, his rather dishevelled son, Henry appeared behind a crack in the door, clearly in a state of undress. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair, feigning confidence.

"Father..."

"Henry..." Radzig replied with a single nod of disappointment. Really, a chapel of all places, the lad had no shame.

"I was just..." Henry hesitated as he speedily tried to think of some excuse. When nothing came to him, he ended up blurting out, "showing the serving girl how to kneel before God."

"I see," he didn't ask. He didn't want to know. Radzig did know, however, and he was fully aware that the person in the chapel with Henry was no more a serving girl than he was, "your presence is requested."

"Okay well...you don't need to wait for me," Henry smiled awkwardly, moving to shut the door once again, "I'll...be on my way shortly."

Radzig managed to wedge his foot in the door before Henry could close it fully. He narrowed his eyes and raised his voice ever so slightly, "if you happen to see Lord Capon on your journey, inform him his presence is also required."

"Yes, father," Henry suddenly let out a yelp of spin, quickly shaking his head, "I mean, of course, I doubt I'll see him but I'm sure he will receive the message."

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Radzig led the young men to argue amongst themselves as they hastily tried to make themselves presentable.

I completely gave up on drawing a background but this drawing is based on an au I thought up where the raid on Skallitz happens like… 10(?) year earlier and Radzig sends Henry to Kuttenberg.