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Careers I have considered should I ever get mutilated and somehow live.
Wife (scary)
Farmer
Nun (scary)
Whore
Merchant
Dead
I have also considered returning to live at the county to take care of the finances or something. Please offer alternatives
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Whoβs ready to wage holy war?
When you start to wonder if God hates you because it's the third time you are being hunted for sport in less than a month.
Like birds of prey, some knights need to be blindfolded when off-duty to reduce sensory input and stress.
I do have a sudden urge to kill someone and I'm not quite sure why.
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Doth thou truly believe thine highness would allow one they shared a pleasant spar and dialogue with to remain unnamed? We see how insistent the heir is searching for thee on the common day!!
Oh my, I ...
I truly do believe you, the issue is I do not wish to believe you. I cherish my liege more than life itself, yet I know I simply must not allow myself to sate my curiosities and desires. If I am one day sent to give my life for my kingdom, I could not bear it if anyone were to mourn me. Thus, I stay unnamed to those around me. For their sake, rather than mine.
But to hear the prince wanting to know of me....
It tempts something in me that I refuse to give a name.
Oh goodness. The prince. The prince. Oh dear. I fear my affections have become too much. I get lightheaded whenever he so much as casts a smile towards me.
He is becoming bolder in his advances, he simply wishes to know my name. Become friends. Companions. It may be my own delusions of romance, but he says it in such a way that makes me think he wishes for much more than simple companionship. I fear I may be reading into things too much.
Captain Thorn had been addressed a polite invitation to Vereda Castle that was careful enough to regret that their plans for Bloodhaven had fallen through, without mention of what those plans might have been. It did, however, suggest that the duke would still welcome the captain's help with what was essentially the same matter.
Should it be accepted, Thorn would be led to a comfortable antechamber in Orlando's private quarters. It was a cloudy, gloomy night, but the fireplace was going strong and there was a very fine wine placed in the small table between two comfy chairs.
Orlando, a man of perhaps thirty years, long light brown hair and a sharp face that could be called fox-like, if a fox could be malicious, lounged in one of them. He wore fine clothes, as one would expect of his rank, but there was a displicence in his manner of dress that seemed calculated to avoid accusations of being effete.
"Ah, captain. I was pleased to find that you had accepted my invitation. Come, take a seat."
@knights-hand
