Tuesday, August 24, 2021

The Dragon Swordmaster - 4

The Westonian Princes

The Lord of Weston had sent out invitations to the surrounding territories to come to a banquet to be held in honor of his eldest son. Having proven himself to be a fair and just person, King Edgar felt that it was time to name him heir to the throne of Weston, a feat that must be witnessed by representatives of the bordering kingdoms. Cedric Gwillam had held court many times in his father's absence dispensing fair justice. His younger brother, Gilian, was more interested in serving in the palace guard than dealing with the complexities of law and the Manor.
Despite knowing that his father would name him heir, much to his brother's delight, Cedric still felt ill at ease about the evening's planned festivities. Gilian had crossed swords with a dragon that now slept somewhere in the castle. The Mage had locked himself away inside his tower room after having wandered the halls muttering odd enchantments throughout. The kingdom of Arbor had sent a single knight. The law was clear on how many witnesses they required for his father's proclamation to be binding. And they were one kingdom short.

Gilian had followed the Green Knight to the castle from The Unicorn's Arse. He wanted to make certain the knight's arrival for the banquet. He also had a few questions for the swordmaster. He knew from her reputation that he and his men had exhausted her too quickly. She should have easily disarmed them. He watched the Arboreal knight slip into her quarters and followed, keeping close to the drapes while watching. The knight's visit was brief.

After the knight left, Gilian approached the bed. As soon as he parted the curtains, a leaf floated free landing on the floor. Cynara opened her eyes and smiled at him. She slowly resumed human form and reached out to Gilian. He took her hand and helped her out of bed. "I take it you are well rested."

"I am," she replied. As she stepped forward, her bare foot felt a cool object. She stepped back and bent down, picking up the leaf. "One of yours?" she teased.

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