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    Proving One's Worth - Dawntown Castle 11/20 early evening - Jedrek/Lochlan/Open

    Jedrek had made the journey so many times before but never had it given him so much dread as it now did. He was uncomfortable in his fine clothes. The cravat was too restricting, his doublet heavy with embroidery and stiff with starch. It made riding almost a challenge, though he’d lived on horseback his entire life. Even the woods felt different. The birds sang a mournful song, if they chose to sing at all. The ride was too quiet.

    The advisor must have felt it too. ”You have my deepest condolences for your loss, Lord Calloway.” The older man’s voice was quiet, as though he wasn’t sure whether the conversation was suitable but felt the need to voice it nevertheless.

    Jedrek winced slightly and straightened in the saddle before nodding twice. ”I appreciate the sentiment and admit that it will be… difficult to lay eyes on Dawntown again.” It hadn’t been long enough. After Belle’s death, he hadn’t intended to return, ever. The castle walls stood ahead, a low lying stone wall that encircled the estate and provided little more protection than a green hedge. Jedrek never understood it’s purpose aside from pure decoration.

    But as they grew closer and passed through the wall, he found himself well surrounded by soldiers, all members of the King’s Army by their color and armor, for it matched the two soldiers accompanying their party. Jedrek hadn’t realized how official such an event would be and found himself mentally thanking his father for the tough love and forethought. Had he not come in his finest threads, with his hair trimmed and groomed so impeccably, he would not have stood a chance.

    The horses were stabled and Jedrek paused a moment before the small drawbridge to the castle. His blue eyes rose to take in his former, part time residence with the dread of a man facing sour memories. He could remember being awed by the craftsmanship of the castle, of the waters that lapped at its foundation and the small boats docked at its pier bobbing with the river’s gentle flow. He would watch the fish jump and the swans swimming for hours in the wee hours of the morning, as the sun would rise over the living waters.

    And now, they seemed almost still. Foreboding. The death these walls had seen…

    ”M’lord,” a guard’s voice interrupted and the creak of the large iron hinged door opening brought Jedrek back to himself. With a nod, he wasted no more time and stepped onto the bridge and through the castle’s open door. The advisor followed and took the lead as Jedrek paused to survey the foyer. Nothing had changed. The furniture, the artwork, the scones and candelabras were all the same. But the lingering smell of sage and smoke reminded him why.

    ”Lord Calloway, his Majesty will see you now.”

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    House Farrand-Calhoun Lochlan Farrand-Calhoun's Avatar  
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    The tour so far had been a mix of pleasant and troubling. So many cities had been ravaged by the plague that it was quite overwhelming for the Lords of the ruling houses. To bury the dead was a full-time job as of now and many of the cities had employed men to dig graves and carve markers. Lochlan could see how it would be good for the economy of the country, but so much loss would leave a mark just the same. He had dined, with the Princess at his side, with so many families that by now he was ready for the tour to be over. He was well aware as to why they were doing this work but he didn't have to like it by any means.

    It was when they arrived at Chatlawn hills that Lochlan took a deep breath. His adviser was going over the notes of the city but this was his family he was supposed to be meeting with, instead he would visit their graves. The Yarwoods were such good people and Elston was an amazing man when it came to intellectual debates. They were taken too soon and Rose was still no where to be found. He took the documents from his confidant and read them over before penning a letter for him to carry to house Calloway. They were a lesser house but he was well aware of Jedrek's contributions during the war. He'd planned on meeting with one other remaining Lord that same day.

    "Bring this one to House Lawrence, I will dine with them at lunch. This one is for house Calloway, I will meet with him at supper." He already had a strong notion of who he would pick for the position but he had to do his research and meet with each Lord. House Macari's Lord had passed away and his brother stepped up to take over. To him, that shift in a family was not desirable, and he had no proof that the new Lord was worth anything just yet. His adviser left him, and the Princess, to visit the graves of their lost family.

    Lochlan and Tatianna approached the burial site where the entirety of the Yarwood family had been laid to rest. "Elston was a truly gifted man. He will be missed." He spent time discussing with his sister the finer memories he had of their extended family as they walked back to the castle to clean up and prepare to meet with the two Lords that had been chosen for the seat that now laid vacant.

    He'd dressed in well stitched silks, he found the day to be warmer and didn't know if it was due to all the fireplaces or simply because he was about to do work he didn't wish to do. Lochlan had cleaned up well after their trip and proceeded to meet with Lord Lawrence who, for all intents and purposes, was the most boring man he'd ever met. He could feel his Adviser hovering behind him, the worry rolling off his shoulders was evident by his body language. Lochlan finally instructed him to leave and make sure that Tatianna was well cared for, seeing to it she had everything she needed. After a long discussion with Lord boring, he decided the man held no fantastic qualities about him. He had no skills with a sword or a craft. He employed others to keep his house books and the business was run by his sons. He could read and write but he did not do so on a regular basis. He was not knowledgeable about horses nor livestock, but did have a basic handle on crops and yields. In the end he felt that the Lord of house Lawrence was unfit and allowed the man to kiss his ring, returning a polite smile, before having him escorted off the property.

    "That was a disaster." He said as his Adviser reentered the room. "That man is unfit beyond all measure. It's a wonder his current house has not fallen down around his ears, though I feel as though he'd not notice if it had." He was smoothing his shirt before he paced over to the window. It was a wonderful day, it would be a fine day to hunt, but he had to attend to business first. It would be another month before he'd be able to hunt again, he'd assumed, but at the same time he didn't wish to be away from his wife and child any longer than needed. "I do hope the Princess is well?" His Adviser informed him that the servants were working quickly to meet her needs and set the table for supper. It would give him enough time to review the particulars of House Calloway and prepare himself for the final meeting of the day. "I do hope this man is less of a letdown."

    It was only a few hours, and Lochlan was impressed, Jedrek the second showed up in record time. "Allow him in." He stood, facing the fire with his hands folded behind his back, waiting for his guest to arrive. As the doors opened, he turned to see a tall and muscular man enter. This fellow was quite the opposite of Lord Lukewarm and he was already quite impressed between the vision before him and the documents he'd read upon the gentleman himself.

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    Jedrek’s heart thundered in his chest as he stepped through the open door into the late Lord Elston’s study. The room was as familiar to him as the rest of the hall but the smell of sickness lingered within these walls as well, where once the welcomed spice of whiskey and pipe tobacco had welcomed Jedrek. He did his best to not flinch at the memory and disappointment that the change brought. It was foolish for him to expect that the castle would remain the same, that it would hold some sort of reprieve from the damage that had been done.

    Foolish indeed. It did not take long for Jedrek’s eyes to focus in the low light of the study for candles and scones cast little light on the stone walls and a warm fire was burning, producing a flickering glow. Standing before it was a man who turned to meet Jedrek’s gaze. There was no question that this man was Balfour’s new King.

    His King. ”Your Majesty,” Jedrek took a knee and bowed his head as his clenched fist came to rest over his breast. This would be his first time meeting the man, for they had never met in battle nor the events that followed. Even a man like Jedrek could admit how intimidating Lochlan’s presence was with the hearth’s fire outlining his form. He dared not sneak another glance, not until his King commanded it. He also didn’t realize just how nervous he would be.

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    "You may stand." Lochlan allowed Jedrek to stand, he crossed the room to seat himself, before gesturing for him to have a seat. He felt his adviser lurking behind him and had to take a deep breath in lieu of rolling his eyes. He allowed the young man to sit before he began speaking his piece. The King looked around the room to pass the moments, absorbing the last hints of Elston and what the man meant to his family and to him.

    "Elston spoke highly of you, I've read his journals he kept on the area and the families within." He heard his adviser finally take his own seat in the back corner of the room and felt a bit of relief lift from his shoulders. The man's constant hovering was driving him mad. "There are several accounts of you fighting bravely during the war. Commanding men with lesser talents and constitutions to levy themselves and defend their country. That your army, which never gave an exact number, did well to hold it's own and cut down those who would attempt to refute my claim to the throne." He studied the man as he spoke, how a gentleman took compliments was certainly something he would measure in all situations.

    "Tell me Jedrek," Lochlan shifted in his chair and crossed one knee over the other, "what does it mean to be a Lord to you?" It was one of the most weak questions he could think to ask but it held quite a lot of information in it's answer. All men fumbled over speaking their opinions when confronted with such a demand for answers, but the soul behind their response would always remain the same. "You do know you have your work cut out for you if it is decided you should take the post of Lord of Chatlawn Hills?"

    There was no dancing around the facts of the situation, men had died between the war and the plague and he needed good men to step up and take the positions they were offered, but if he did not find them he would find men to temporarily run the towns until he did. Necessity and desperate measures would never be a suitable reason for Lochlan to put a man in power who could not handle the position he would be promoted to. He could not surround himself with weakness.

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    His King’s voice felt like a hammer, resounding with great power throughout the empty study. Jedrek had not expected it and nearly shied away from it, though he towered over the ruler when he stood as commanded. A good head taller than his King, Jedrek suddenly felt out of place even though his tall statue had never bothered him before. Thankfully, he was offered a seat, an opportunity to even the playing field for he was not in contest against his King.

    As was customary, Jedrek said nothing as he waited for his King to begin. What came from Lochlan’s lips made the young Calloway’s mouth dry; he was not used to praise and it was nearly too soon to be speaking of Lord Elston in past tense, the wound truly was far too fresh. But his words were kind, almost too kind. The Yarwood Lord had been a second father to Jedrek, sometimes even more encouraging than his birth father. Even from his grave, it was still the case.

    Jedrek was not an overly emotional man. Even through the King’s praise his face remained stoic, taking in every word with calculation. He did, however, crack a small smile that betrayed a bit of bashful thanks. Not enough to seem cocky, but just enough of a gesture and nod to acknowledge the kind words and the validity behind the statements. He did lead an army of nearly 200 recruits of boys from 16 years to men of 50. He trained them, prepared them, took care of them. He held their heads as they died and watched with a grin as they returned home to hug their loved ones again.

    So when King Lochlan posed his question to Jedrek of what being a Lord meant, the young Calloway did not miss a beat.

    ”It would mean that, once more, I am responsible for so much more than myself. Like yourself, Your Majesty, I would be the backbone of my people: the men, women, and children that inhabit our lands. I would be their weapon and shield, their constable and protector. And your loyal subject, above all. For it is by your graces that I am here this evening.” He paused and chuckled softly to himself with a shake of his head as his eyes shifted from Lochlan for the first time since their conversation had begun. ”It is difficult, isn’t it, when you vow to uphold contradictions?”

    The King read his mind, it would seem, and Jedrek nodded slowly in response. ”That I do, Your Majesty, and I am prepared to pay the price in blood and sweat. But… that is the beauty of hard work and determination. If you do not believe yourself to be capable, it most certainly is not possible.”

    For the first time in a good while, Jedrek Calloway II actually broke into a sincere smile. He was beginning to think this was possible.


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    Lochlan looked across the seating area to make eye contact with Jedrek while he spoke. The man answered his question without even flinching but the King did not allow his facial expression to betray him. The boy could have anticipated the question and rehearsed his answer before his arrival which displayed wisdom and preparedness. The other option was that this was his true opinion, he was being honest, and he could count few men who could claim they felt the same.

    "One's duty is never an easy task to maintain." Lochlan answered with a knowing smile. He understood the burden of duty as he visited his sisters when each took their turn in the tower. Leaving them behind, knowing they'd be sacrificed, but in the end he broke the tradition and that was something he'd never regret. Not even on his deathbed if the God's were to proclaim that was why he was to die.

    "You have adopted a trade and have proven to be a formidable warrior and leader." Lochlan spoke as if he were reading a list. He would tell the man what he knew about him, not the other way around. "You have quite the reputation in the town and you come from an honorable family. I'm sure you are well aware that finances are to be kept, taxes collected, and each individual of Chatlawn is to be held by the highest of standards by the King's law?" He was sure, however, he did not have to remind the boy that braking any of the King's laws resulted in death.

    "I will not have time to stay here and as a result I cannot lend you any of my staff to help you arrange your affairs. I imagine you will be able to fend for yourself if you were given this title?" The King leaned on one elbow in his chair, this meeting was something of a formality for all his posturing. He knew, in the end, that this position should be given to Jedrek. He had many letters of recommendation when other families heard of his consideration, and he could not ignore the high praises the late Elston sang for the man.

    "Though, at dinner you will meet your staff should you choose to keep them. I do believe that Elston had also taken in a ward of sorts. A widow from a lesser house who lost her family to the plague." Elston always had a big heart but he always knew the sort of person to invest in. The man was always quite wise when it came to personal connections.

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    King Lochlan seemed to accept his answer. It had not been a difficult one to spew. ”And when he asks why you should become Lord?” Jedrek could hear his father’s coaching, though the question was not exact, it had been similar enough and not entirely distant from Jedrek’s true thoughts. It certainly was greater responsibility, but he had been through that before during the war, had he not. Surely it wasn’t too difficult, if his father could pull it off.

    As expectations were recited by his Majesty, Jedrek couldn’t help but think he’d done it, that it had somehow been such a simple trial. Shouldn’t there be more to choosing a Lord when the last great leader had passed? Was there no test of the Gods, no walk through fire, or dunking of ones head to see if his righteousness saved his lungs from water?

    "I will not have time to stay here and as a result I cannot lend you any of my staff to help you arrange your affairs. I imagine you will be able to fend for yourself if you were given this title?”

    He smirked despite himself and deliberately nodded, as though it were a silly question. ”I will manage,” he replied when given the cue to. Over Lochlan’s shoulder, an adviser shifted in his seat, causing Jedrek to add, ”Your Majesty.” before his slip up was completely evident.

    "Though, at dinner you will meet your staff should you choose to keep them. I do believe that Elston had also taken in a ward of sorts. A widow from a lesser house who lost her family to the plague.” Jedrek first wondered who had survived from Elston’s reign, if anyone, before his thoughts wandered to this ward. What a curious revelation, to find that one’s newly delivered estate had a widow in residence already. His face betrayed none of the surprise before he replied, again when given the freedom to, ”Of course, she would continue as an honored guest, Your Majesty.” Who was it, he wondered? In his mind’s eye he saw an older woman, forty years of age, perhaps more. A sister of the late Lord Yarwood, or distant cousin perhaps? Were they not all distant cousins?

    Nevertheless, there was a very good chance that he would not have to entertain her often. He was curious to know what the true arrangement was. Jedrek could at least commiserate on the loss of family to the plague - it was why he sat in the chair he did now, across from the King of Balfour.

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    ”I will manage,” and with some hesitation he added, ”Your Majesty.”

    Lochlan gave the man a pass, he was sure he was nervous or at least he should be. He was being tested at every turn and if the boy was smart enough, he'd know it and act accordingly. "I will have someone follow up with you in a few month's time to see that you have the affairs of the household in order. You have a fair amount of work to do here, I will not lie to you, in a short amount of time it seems everything went to hell." Chatlawn Hills had been hit hardest by the plague and everyone knew that. Why it was hit the hardest, only few people knew, and the Royal Adviser crossed the room quickly to hand Lochlan a letter.

    The King unfolded it and, after he skimmed it to confirm it was the correct missive, he handed it to Jedrek. "Henry Baptiste was here, administering the cure, and had sent this letter to me shortly after Lord Elston passed on." He gestured to the parchment that his company now held in his hand as he continued to outline his intent. "Your duty will be to figure out who stole the cure from House Yarwood. Henry insists that he had left a fair amount with the former Lord. Enough for his family and even the closest of his staff." Lochlan knew what he was dropping in this boy's lap and saw it as a test of his courage. "The household staff that were unable to contact Henry in time have been cast out. As much as I hate adding to the population of the poor in our country, I can't kill them for being foolish, however if you find that they are among the guilty feel free to recall them at your leisure. The remaining staff have given statements," he gestured for his adviser to hand the book directly to Jedrek, "inside you will find written and signed statements of the whereabouts of every person in this castle. The ward, Lady Macari, was not here at the time as she arrived with Henry Baptiste and began efforts in attempting to save the remainder of the family."

    A knock came at the door, one of the remaining servants stepped inside after a response from Lochlan. He watched her curtsy low and he bid her to rise. Her words were soft but clear, dinner was ready, and they would be received in the hall whenever they were ready to dine. Lochlan gave her a nod, quiet thanks for her message, and allowed her to leave before he continued to speak. He waited until the door was closed behind her and he pressed the tips of his fingers together to make one last remark so Jedrek would know this is a serious matter he'd been handed.

    "Do not forget, Lord Elston was my kin. You will be under my protection while you do this work, but I will expect solid proof and reports when you find the one who is guilty as they will be tried in my court. Their actions, however they rationalized them, resulted in the death of this family. Their punishment will be severe."

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    Much to Jedrek's relief, Lochlan took no visible offense at the blunder and he was able to breathe a bit better and relax into his chair a hair more. The king's continued instruction was not lost on deaf ears though, and Jedrek nodded in agreement to his assertion that things had gone quite suddenly awry. The Calloway's gaze followed Lochlan's advisor'a path as he crossed the room with a parchment in his hand. And in response, Jedrek's mouth suddenly went dry.

    Had this been a setup? Did they know?

    Jedrek's gaze flickered between the two men as the sullen silence began to unnerve the prospective Lordling. There was no condemnation in the Advisor's gaze that Jedrek could see and when his king finally lifted his eyes from the missive, Jedrek saw nothing of the sort in his either. Still he was unsettled, and it took all of his control to keep his hand from quivering as he reached across the table to take the letter his king's outstretched hand held.

    "Henry Baptiste was here, administering the cure, and had sent this letter to me shortly after Lord Elston passed on. Your duty will be to figure out who stole the cure from House Yarwood. Henry insists that he had left a fair amount with the former Lord. Enough for his family and even the closest of his staff."

    That much was true. The Baptiste had in fact been in Dawntown administering the cure, and he had left more than enough to treat the remaining Yarwood clan. And it was also true that the remaining vials that had been left had disappeared shortly after his departure.

    "The household staff that were unable to contact Henry in time have been cast out. As much as I hate adding to the population of the poor in our country, I can't kill them for being foolish, however if you find that they are among the guilty feel free to recall them at your leisure. The remaining staff have given statements, inside you will find written and signed statements of the whereabouts of every person in this castle. The ward, Lady Macari, was not here at the time as she arrived with Henry Baptiste and began efforts in attempting to save the remainder of the family."

    Jedrek accepted the leather bound tome with a bow of his head from the king's advisor before his attention returned to his majesty. How ironic, that this task fall on his shoulders. Ironic yet fateful, Jedrek just was not sure yet which strand of fate it would pull.

    As he tucked the missive into the bound volume, Jedrek cleared his throat at the same time a knock at the door interrupted them. A servant whose name escaped the Calloway (though he was almost certain it started with a J) announced their dinner. Even after the King's dismissal, she lingered for a moment longer to cast a glance in Jedrek's direction, before he too nodded briefly, as though she already knew the discussion's outcome. He watched her retreating form and the heavy wooden door close behind her before Lochlan's voice carried again.

    "Do not forget, Lord Elston was my kin. You will be under my protection while you do this work, but I will expect solid proof and reports when you find the one who is guilty as they will be tried in my court. Their actions, however they rationalized them, resulted in the death of this family. Their punishment will be severe."

    Jedrek swallowed and nodded, his face devoid of the anxiety such a statement caused. "I will make it my personal mission to bring justice to the Lord Elston and the Yarwood name." With a heavy pause and a drum of his fingers on the fresh leather cover of the tome, Jedrek grimaced before he spoke, "but if I am unsuccessful... if no further leads are found, what then, your majesty?"

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    Lochlan raised an eyebrow at Jedrek's question, it wasn't a shocking question but it also wasn't a good one. He would write it off as that the man was not accustomed to the Lord's responsibilities and thus would ask stupid questions until he learned.

    "Dig deeper." He rose from the chair, intent on making his way to the dinner table. "Someone is guilty and we know that for sure. It is your job, no matter the difficulty, to find those of whom were at the heart of the betrayal." Lochlan folded his arms behind his back and his adviser shuffled up to stand next to him.

    "For now, we dine, and shall continue discussions of Chatlawn at a later time." He headed toward the door and the guard who'd been standing inside, opened it for his King. He headed out into the hall, where the other two guards outside the door joined in the procession. Jedrek walked beside him as they were guided to the hall by a servant who had been, for lack of better words, hovering. He was sure they were nervous, Elston had always entertained the King and now they had no guidance on the matter. All they could do was hover and hope they didn't offend the Royal house during the visit.

    They were guided into a large dining hall and the table was fully set, however, only the right end of the table was filled with foods. As he walked in, Lochlan's eyes fell upon Lady Macari, her back was to them as she stood next to Princess Tatianna. With his sister to his left and Lady Macari next to her the intent would be to have Jedrek sit to his right. A servant pulled out the chair at the head of the table and Lochlan sat himself before another maiden came by to fill their glasses with wine.

    After the Princess, Lady Macari and Jedrek seated themselves he greeted their dinner company with a kind smile and a kiss to the back of Tatianna's hand. His adviser was still hovering somewhere, it irked him to no end that the man wouldn't just leave. He knew why he was always present but it still annoyed him, his only solace was that there was no need for him in a bed chamber.

    "Princess Tatianna, Lady Macari, I do hope that you have found tasks to occupy your time here?" He inclined his head to each lady as he addressed them in turn.


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    The day had been filled with good conversation and busy hands. While one made lace, the other knit, making comments o progress along the way. Their conversation changed from one topic to another rather fluidly and Coralie found the Princess to be a kind and old soul. They took tea in the parlor where they had hidden away for the day and spoke a little about current events. Politics, weddings, the royal baby, and even Tuneric.

    The pair ate lunch with the first candidate for the position of Lord and Coralie found him to be ... Well, an idiot. If her husband weren't dead, she noted, they would have been in the running for the position and the Macari woman cursed her poor planning in life. Though she cursed it, she wouldn't change a thing. After some conversation once lunch had come to a close and the pair retired back to their parlor, Coralie found that the candidates were chosen from loyal families for their ability to lead and serve their King. The man they just met had raised a fair amount of coin to fund the army of Chatlawn, the next man they'd meet had led them in their attack.

    Imagining him wasn't hard for Coralie. Tall, dark, handsome, muscles for days, and charming. She, nor the Princess, didn't know his name but they discussed what he should be like at length. It was nice to have frivolous conversation with someone again. Not that Tatianna was at all a foolish girl, just that she did not shy away from her imagination. Instead the pair imagined him to be many things, even built him a history, all the while giggling like young girls.

    "It was truly a pleasure to spend time with you, I want to say that and let you know that I enjoyed your company." Coralie had placed a hand on Tatianna's and received a smile and pleasant words in return.

    When dinner was served, the pair made their way to the hall even though they knew that the King and the prospect would be late. The servants were filling the table and the two women walked the perimeter of the dining hall while discussing the art, at length, until a serving girl informed them it was time to take their places at the table. The duo walked, arm-in-arm, to their seats but stood behind them waiting for the other two of their party to arrive.

    Lochlan, handsome as ever, entered first and the new lord-to-be was at his side. She recognized him immediately but did not give her true feelings away. He was a mirrored image of his father, the boy was a Calloway. When the party was finally seated, dining cloths across their laps, the two women eyed each other. Coralie lifted a brow to Tatianna to communicate to her new found friend, but Lochlan began conversation right away.

    "We did, your majesty," Coralie answered for the pair as Tatianna was taking a drink from her cup. "We do hope that you've found your day to be satisfying as well."

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    The King’s words left a sour taste in Jedrek’s mouth. He didn’t have long to stew over them before he was forced from his chair as Lochlan rose, signaling their meeting was coming to an end before dinner would begin. The new Lord of Chatlawn would have plenty of time to find a scapegoat and decided not to worry about it for the time being, though that was easier said than done.

    ”As you wish, your Majesty,” Jed replied quietly with a bow before he obediently followed. He had no appetite for dinner but when a King demands one eats, it is never wise to refuse. To the dining hall, they walked silently side by side even as Jed tried to remain a step behind him - it felt wrong to match the King’s stride. The servant’s eyes did not waver from the two as they moved through the castle, and a few hesitated too long before bowing, while their counterparts bowed too low or with too much momentum that their legs refused to steady them. It was nearly comical. ‘

    As they entered the hall, Jed’s eyes swept around the wide room. Many meal had been shared at the table in the center. It looked the same and had the same feel that Jedrek was almost sure Belle would stroll in from the east wing as she always had in the morning. But instead of his wife and her family, the room was inhabited by servants, the princess, and his ward.

    While Lochlan settled in, Jedrek rounded the table to pull a chair out for the Princess Tatianna, bowing as he did so with a smile and a generic pleasantry. Turning to his next task, he paused briefly as his gaze settled on the Macari woman, before he repeated the same for her. Jed had never met the woman before that he could recall, yet there was a certain familiarity he saw in her gaze, as though she knew him quite well. His brows furrowed quickly but he recovered before taking the remaining setting to his King’s right. It was a place of honor, one he was sure he did not deserve.

    "Princess Tatianna, Lady Macari, I do hope that you have found tasks to occupy your time here?”

    ”"We did, your majesty. We do hope that you've found your day to be satisfying as well.”
    Jed paid mild attention as the wine was poured and conversation ensued. His gaze flickered between the two women, though his mind was trying to absorb the events of the last few hours. Reaching for his glass, Jedrek took a sip of the ruby blend. He didn’t think it wise to interrupt a question directed towards his King, but he found himself studying the Macari lady over the rim of his goblet. He couldn’t deny she had a car beauty, though she nearly seemed to scowl at him without a twitch of her lips.

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    The conversation went on for three quarters of an hour, as the candle marked the time, and Lochlan ate alongside his company. The Lady Macari was giving when it came to stories and his sister seemed fond of her company. The conversation flowed from each person, everyone their input and their own stories. They dined, the servants had become less nervous and more accustomed to having royalty there as the night went on. They ate bread, meats, cheeses, and some vegetables but nothing compared to the wine. While Lochlan was not a drunkard by any means, he loved to sample wines. The different flavors from other regions were fantastic and he was in awe of the wide array offered to him over the years.

    When dinner came to a close, the women took their leave from the table. It left he and Jedrek at the table, servants milling about to clean up the mess until Lochlan bid them to leave. His Adviser, sadly, was still trying to make himself look busy in the corner of the room. "Have you eaten?" He asked the man who was flipping through pages who looked up, shocked. He answered with a no and Lochlan gestured for him to sit down and eat, which he did quickly and gratefully.

    "Jedrek," Lochlan finally turned his glance back to the man who would take over Chatlawn Hills. "If this job is offered to you, the only release from it is death. There will be those who wish for your power, your position. You will have those who will attempt to undermine you. In the end your allegiance is to me, and your charge is to your people. You understand?"

    The job title of Lord and the duties that came with it were obvious, but Lochlan wondered if the boy really understood the unspoken rules. Essentially, the only one that mattered, do as your told and you won't be hung.

    @Jedrek Calloway

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    Jedrek’s attention, though pleasantly given, came in waves until at least two glasses of wine into the dinner. From then on he actively participated mirroring his father’s humor and temperament as best as he could. As the nerves calmed down and the food filled his belly, he even dared share a few stories himself.

    But thankfully the evening went by quickly, and before he knew it, Jedrek retook his seat after the women had disappeared and his king had settled back in. It did not take long for the conversation to return to it’s initial path.

    ”Jedrek, If this job is offered to you, the only release from it is death. There will be those who wish for your power, your position. You will have those who will attempt to undermine you. In the end your allegiance is to me, and your charge is to your people. You understand?”

    Wine was halfway down his throat, which he cleared before setting his goblet back on the table top. ”With every ounce of my being, your Majesty.” It was the underlying truth that Lochlan did not speak outright that had Jedrek captivated. He wondered how many of the rooted Lords of Balfour received the same “Obey me or die” that had just been handed down to him. Did they get a reminder every visit the king made or was it one and done?

    ”I will continue to serve you without hesitation, until my very last breath, Your Majesty, whether you find me fit or lacking of such a position.”

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    Lochlan nodded as the man responded to his statement. Jedrek seemed, on all counts, to be a fair choice for the open position he was aiming to fill. All the research done on him revealed an outstanding pedigree and a well toned specimen. The King moved his wine glass in a circular pattern, watching the wine flow around the outer edges for a moment before setting it down and gesturing for his advisor to join them.

    "There will be a formal announcement made to the other Lord's of Balfour. A writ will be signed by me and sent with haste to each family currently in power." There was a moment's pause that he gave for the man at his left to write down his wishes for the man who sat to his right. "I shall leave you with a stipend, enough to hire four men of your choosing, you will need household guard if you are to carry out my request. It is of the upmost importance that you be protected in your home. I do not wish to make another stop here to bury and replace you as well." The joke was in poor taste but he never really cared if anyone was entertained by him.

    He was a King, to be entertained, not to entertain others.

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