Perwyn (i)Mature

He laughed softly to himself. “You’re a shrewd woman, I cannot doubt that, but you stand alone, and the King tolerates you because of your heritage only. When I was younger, I met a man who thought he who shouts loudest wins the argument translated to war. On his second campaign, he took his men across the field, all of them, and charged. He lost a third of his forces, the rest routed and he was captured. Do you know what they did to him?” Lord Aedrin looked smugly, first at Perwyn and then at Lady Layla.
                “I can guess—Red, Blue.” She snapped her fingers and they stood to attention. “Sieze this man.”
                Red and Blue obeyed without hesitation. Each grabbed an arm and twisted hard as the Lord cried out.
                The guards aside the entrance looked to each other, Perwyn saw.
                “Sir Perwyn, your sword,” she commanded.
                He unsheathed it with a satisfying hiss and held it at Aedrin’s throat. Oh I am interested in how this will go mother.
                “I have a story too, thought you must forgive me for it is not a tall tale. You see, when King Louen fled Vharktúm, for most of his life, he fought the remnants of his people who had been given a taste of freedom thanks to the storm that split the fleet. In the end he succeeded in crafting his Kingdom and thehighest titles were awarded to the Hellesponts, the Courts, followed by the Tallors, the Corvins and the Ridlings. But I suppose you know all this therein lies no point of conjecture.” She walked around him as she spoke, watching, “now consider this. Do you know why these honours went to my two families?”
                “Oh I would love to hear it come from yourself.” The Lord said through gritted teeth, and spat, his calm mask gone as he struggled still.
                “IT wasn’t because they shared Tawniton blood as the old King proclaimed. Nort was it because both houses proved theselves exceedingly loyal. It was because the Courts were the richest, and the Hellesponts had the biggest army.” That was an especially bold statement mother, Perwyn considered.
                “You condemn yourself.” He said, as the guards at the door began to descend.
                “Is giving a history  lesson treason, High Sage?” She laughed, “What did Princess Lena drunkenly say about the Ridlings?” Lady Layla pressed, and when there was no answer, she continued, “’Every King needs a faithful horse that talks little and follows commands blindly.’ And for nigh 200 years, my families have fought to keep their place just as yours has kept up their slow and worthless trot.”
                “Then if we are speaking truths, I am not just any ‘horse’, am I, My Lady?” He sneered as she stood directly in front of him, on the other side of Perwyn’s blade.
                “No indeed. You’re a dark horse. The King knows it, and that is why he keeps you so close. If I need you put down, I only have to say the word—“ she raised her ahnd and Perwyn twisted the blade, touching the skin.
                He squirmed
                “—lame.”

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