Thread: A Knight To Remember (Szor&Amira)

He was summoned very early in the morning, but that didn't bother him, as he was already awake. He typically trained early in the morning, then he would have breakfast. He was summoned before he had even gotten to the training yard. He was one of the king's best knights, and one of the most loyal. He put his tabard on, picked up his sword and followed the king's servant to meet the king. When he walked into the same room as the king, he went to one knee and bowed his head. The king smiled, telling him to rise and walk with him. The knight walked just behind the king, listening to the king. Like most of the knights in the king's service, he had fought the elves in the many wars in the last decade. The humans were far better in close combat, but the elves had magic. It made sense to send a knight to protect an elven princess. He wasn't happy about it, but he swore his fealty to the king and do as his king wish, and he would. He bowed, offering his sword to his king, and the king took his Oath of the Moment, swearing to complete his task, or dying in the attempt. The king gave his knight his personal seal, followed by the knight's sword. The knight stood up, towering over the small king, and bowed once more. The king gave his knight a proud smile, putting his hand on the bigger man's shoulder almost father like. Make your kingdom proud, make me proud, and you will receive a hero's welcome upon your return. The king spoke in a soft tone. The knight nodded. It will be done, my lord. He said, turning to leave. The king watched as the man he had watch grow from a young orphan boy to one of his best knights walk out of the room and sighed. He was tired, the war had taken it's toll on the once young king. Nearing forty years old, he looked almost sixty. He didn't want the twilight years of his reign to be remembered as him failing to secure a peace. Which is why he sent his best knight. Dral Bralor walked through the castle with a purpose, his long strides eating up the distance towards his chamber. He summoned a servant to assist him with his armor. His armor was brutish, the dark armor was angled and slopped to help with deflecting blows away from his body. He put his chest plate, greaves and gauntlets on, then pulled on his boots. He slung his kite shield across his back, and attached his bastard sword to his waist. He pointed to his secondary chain mail and his hold all bag, ordering the servant to carry them to the horses. He put the king's seal in one of the bags. Clasping his dark blue cape around his shoulders, he picked up his helmet, brutish like his armor, and carried it under his arm. He walked out to the courtyard, the sun peaking out from the east. He was tall and strongly built, as most knight had to be. The elves didn't have anything compared to knights, so it was strange for the princess to see her armored protector. He wore his light brown hair short around his ears, and slightly longer on top of his head. His face was clean shaven, as if he had just shaved this morning. He was young, only roughly twenty-five years old, but his face was weathered, telling of days in the wild world. But even that didn't mask that he had a kind face, unlike what most elves thought of humans. The drake didn't unnerve him, as he respectful bowed to it. It seemed that as well as his prowess in combat, he also had a diplomatic intuition. His green eyes looked at the princess as he approached, and he bowed as much as he could in his plate armor. My lady. He spoke, his voice deeper than most male elves. I am Sir Dral Bralor. My king has charged me with your protection into the Mages realm. He smiled at her, offer a gauntlet hand. It is a honor to meet you. Unlike many humans, he had seen elves up close outside of combat, typically accompanying the king on diplomacy missions as a part of the king's honor guard. He knew first hand of their beauty. But he had never seen an elven woman as beautiful as she.