Wouldn't be much work for me to do if you weren't the one doling it out. I'd be sitting pretty eating grapes all day.
[that's a lie, one tim could call him on if he wanted. hawk has been nothing but devoted to his studies and his trainings - if nothing else, he'd be keeping himself in shape by practicing with blades and shields and rolling on the mats with guardsmen who are grudgingly starting to give him some respect for his skill and easy charm.]
You understand it, then. A week ago I was just looking to make it back alive, keep honor among the Fuller name. Now I'm betrothed to the daughter of a King and meant to inherit the whole of a land.
I only find myself wondering what you might do if the King no longer chose. When I am King, is that what you might wish? To have your own path and the freedom to walk it? I would not keep you caged here, Counselor, even if I'd be very sorry to see you go.
[but yes, this does seem to be wading into territory better discussed in person.]
Well, you'll have to think it over. Our next lesson draws closer, but not soon enough for my tastes.
The cherries will have to wait, then. Maybe I might persuade the King to do something about it in the meantime, while I figure out what sort of King I am. The kind that's firm but altogether fair. Caring, even if I'm not blatantly soft about it. That's what the Queen is for, isn't it?
Wouldn't dream of it. Perhaps you're not reading the right kind of books then. There's more out there than mere history.
[in fact, to prove it: hawk has left a small maroon book - bound in elegant leather with gold leafed pages, though uneven. the text is old and worn and clearly hand-written. a collection of poems - mostly epic adventures, but a hint of melancholy and unrequited love.]
Haven't missed a session yet. Go on, ask them. I'm entitled to spend my break as I please, and I please to spend it filling up your journal.
no subject
[that's a lie, one tim could call him on if he wanted. hawk has been nothing but devoted to his studies and his trainings - if nothing else, he'd be keeping himself in shape by practicing with blades and shields and rolling on the mats with guardsmen who are grudgingly starting to give him some respect for his skill and easy charm.]
You understand it, then. A week ago I was just looking to make it back alive, keep honor among the Fuller name. Now I'm betrothed to the daughter of a King and meant to inherit the whole of a land.
I only find myself wondering what you might do if the King no longer chose. When I am King, is that what you might wish? To have your own path and the freedom to walk it? I would not keep you caged here, Counselor, even if I'd be very sorry to see you go.
[but yes, this does seem to be wading into territory better discussed in person.]
Well, you'll have to think it over. Our next lesson draws closer, but not soon enough for my tastes.
The cherries will have to wait, then. Maybe I might persuade the King to do something about it in the meantime, while I figure out what sort of King I am. The kind that's firm but altogether fair. Caring, even if I'm not blatantly soft about it. That's what the Queen is for, isn't it?
Wouldn't dream of it. Perhaps you're not reading the right kind of books then. There's more out there than mere history.
[in fact, to prove it: hawk has left a small maroon book - bound in elegant leather with gold leafed pages, though uneven. the text is old and worn and clearly hand-written. a collection of poems - mostly epic adventures, but a hint of melancholy and unrequited love.]
Haven't missed a session yet. Go on, ask them. I'm entitled to spend my break as I please, and I please to spend it filling up your journal.