LordLuck
The Wicked Historian
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(closed to JustEl. She has a very special place into my heart. )
Marhaus could not believe it.
His belly suddenly felt as if he had ingested the bloody, fresh liver of a pig. It swirled around as if going to burst, filling him with some kind of nauseous fever. He could feel a cold sweat dropplet running down his back as he knelt reverently before his King. He had received his orders, and the regal figure before him stared at his eyes with interest. Why had Marhaus simply not accepted the order? Why had he felt this revulsed?
Because of his feelings towards the duty he had been ordered to.
The King had demanded that Lord Marhaus swore to both him and God himself that he would protect the Court and his Family with all of his mighty and heart, that he should remain in the Court at all possible times and give his life for it. It was, at least, unreasonable. Although a great honor that would shower him with the King's favours and boost his reputation astronomically, Lord Marhaus also knew that it would make him spend far too much time beyond his liking into the Court - a Haven of politics and intrigue that he had not much excitement to participate.
And it would keep him away of his lands. His fiefs were small and unproductive, there was nobody to command the place except for administrators - corrupt and debased - and his father, too elderly to maintain the title that he now bore. Lord Marhaus. Who would shave thought that it was the real reason for the King to order him to remain at the Court for weeks already, without a single explaination?
But Marhaus had sworn to be the King's Man, to serve him faithfully and protect his Heirs. It was not a needed duty. The Kingdom had been at peace for almost a couple of years now - although many frictions and problems in the borders always stood nagging at the King's ear.
"I swear.", he could not even start to understand why he had said it, and why he had not complained about the duty given him. "I swear upon my Oath for you, my King, and to God himself on the heights of Heaven. I swear and vow to protect and serve this Court personally, and all the components of your Royal House, Family and Desmene, with all migh might and capability, until discharged of service of fallen upon the enemies of the Kingdom."
Marhaus could not believe it.
His belly suddenly felt as if he had ingested the bloody, fresh liver of a pig. It swirled around as if going to burst, filling him with some kind of nauseous fever. He could feel a cold sweat dropplet running down his back as he knelt reverently before his King. He had received his orders, and the regal figure before him stared at his eyes with interest. Why had Marhaus simply not accepted the order? Why had he felt this revulsed?
Because of his feelings towards the duty he had been ordered to.
The King had demanded that Lord Marhaus swore to both him and God himself that he would protect the Court and his Family with all of his mighty and heart, that he should remain in the Court at all possible times and give his life for it. It was, at least, unreasonable. Although a great honor that would shower him with the King's favours and boost his reputation astronomically, Lord Marhaus also knew that it would make him spend far too much time beyond his liking into the Court - a Haven of politics and intrigue that he had not much excitement to participate.
And it would keep him away of his lands. His fiefs were small and unproductive, there was nobody to command the place except for administrators - corrupt and debased - and his father, too elderly to maintain the title that he now bore. Lord Marhaus. Who would shave thought that it was the real reason for the King to order him to remain at the Court for weeks already, without a single explaination?
But Marhaus had sworn to be the King's Man, to serve him faithfully and protect his Heirs. It was not a needed duty. The Kingdom had been at peace for almost a couple of years now - although many frictions and problems in the borders always stood nagging at the King's ear.
"I swear.", he could not even start to understand why he had said it, and why he had not complained about the duty given him. "I swear upon my Oath for you, my King, and to God himself on the heights of Heaven. I swear and vow to protect and serve this Court personally, and all the components of your Royal House, Family and Desmene, with all migh might and capability, until discharged of service of fallen upon the enemies of the Kingdom."