Rowan listened carefully to the words of the Lord, his eyes showing great interest. Aldurin was a man who Rowan could see was not to be crossed. Rowan was a good fighter, but the scars on Aldurin’s face and the look in his eyes suggested he was a man who’s experience in combat would greatly outmatch the Prince’s.
“ Courtly speech and political games have never been my strong suit either. I believe actions speak far louder than words.” He replied, turning to look down at the beast by Aldurin’s side as he introduced his companion.
“ The wolf is surely a great beast. The perfect combination of elegance and brutality. A perfect metaphor for Lords and Kings. I do wish I had a Lord I could depend on; like you, Aldurin. Sadly I am stuck with that disrespectful sycophant Robert.” He said, as he eyed Lachlan coming down the hall towards them.
“ Though I suppose, once I am married to Emilia, I will be King of Sevaviel, and you will be a great Ally to have by my side.” He finished, as Lachlan arrived.
"My apologies for interrupting... Her Majesty, Queen Emilia wishes to speak with you, Prince Rowan... She's asked for me to escort you to her rooms."
“ No need to apologise, Lachlan. You were given a duty to come collect me and you waste no time in doing so.” He turned to Aldurin. “ I look forward to speaking to you more. You look like a man with some interesting stories to tell.” He finished, before turning back to Lachlan.
“ Let us waste no further time. I would not like to keep Emilia waiting any longer than I already have.” And with that he made strides forward, heading with Lachlan towards the Queen’s quarters.
“ So you are part of the Royal Guard of Sevaviel? You have down well for yourself, as a bastard. No disrespect, of course. I imagine you have worked hard to prove yourself as worthy of your position.” Rowan spoke. He couldn’t really look down upon Lachlan as a bastard. The chances were good that Rowan had a few bastards of his own, though this was not information he was about to share out loud.
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