Thread: The Guilty Crown: Blood for the Thrones

Date Auguste 28th, GY173 Location Castle Delsbrook, the Private Gardens It was a farce, to suppress their hatred of that Madman and to cradle his son within their breast. It was a deed that no sword nor atrocity could compare to raising the child of the killer who had repeatedly sacked villages and left nothing but bodies to be buried and broken futures. Yet the Fiefdom of Delsbrook sat with a knife held at its throat, to raise the son of the Dragon King-of-Arms. Their treatment of him was the difference between total annihilation and to live another year. Their helplessness...to know that even in peace they made fools out of themselves...to live under the slavery to the Dragon King-of-Arms' will without the chains to testify to...a cruel act that no massacre could compare to! Raymond, the Slaveknight of the 8th Chair was told time and time again not to go hard on the young boy. He was not allowed to take out his anger on the son of the bastard who slew his family, raped his sister and slit the throat of his younger brother before them as they lay dying. Yet, not even the words of his Lord could curb his hatred, striking without hesitation even though he was met with equal resistance. Your footwork, you oaf! Work on that! K-Kuhu! Blunt steel rang out within the confines of the gardening tower. Insisting on a change of scenery, it was odd for the modest young man to ask for something. He had been a quiet young boy, spending his time alone in the libraries. He would complete his studies without hesitation, he would not skip out or even attempt to lie. He told only the truth and kept a low profile in Court Summons when he would sit by the right hand of the Lord as his 'son'. Had it not been for his blind hatred of that man who took everything, he would have openly praised Nataniel for his hard-working nature. No matter how many bruises he incurred he always fought back. He was neither the finest swordsman he taught, but he was quick to learn. With the focus on footwork his steps became more fluid in motion, the stance pliant enough to avoid his swift strikes yet stiff whenever he would meet Raymond's overhead strikes head on. Oh? He was working up a good defense, interesting! I see you are working on your defense, lad. he briefly commented, pushing back the young man, red hair swaying momentarily as he leaped back, stumbling briefly before maintaining his position. I do thank you, Sir Raymond. But...the trouble with foot steps are that I- Suddenly, Raymond paced quickly towards the red-haired man, blade drawn high and the full intent to strike clear. Caught by surprise, Nathaniel was not able to mount a sufficient defense. Never let your guard down, Prince! Kuhu! Uwwaahhhh! With a loud screech, steel clashed and left sparks flying as he was pushed backwards, disarmed as he fell. When he tried to raise his head, he saw only his Instructor's blade, eyes burning with the intent to kill, only to sheath his blade as he saw two other figures approaching. Ah, My lady...it is an honor for you to visit us... he said. While some reservations would be made with the young Prince being injured in the mock battle, atleast his Lordship can turn a blind eye to it.