Count Of Feladean

Edmund Anjou is the younger brother of Duke Henry Anjou. Part of the ForgottenKingdomsRP Biography and Rules>

[werewolffair]

edmund-anjou​:

Edmund’s eyes widen underneath the helmet as the knight tumbles down. Losing his footing, he hears the gasps in the stands. His sword pointed at the chest of the knight, watching as the helmet comes off from the impact. He stands defensive ready for the Black Knight to be furious. Instead he sees a very familiar face.

“Sam!”

He stands there just amazed, realizing that Sam was the one who defeated all the other knights that fought. He steps back for a moment, looking up at the royal seating and seeing his majesty. He gives a bow to him and then walks up to Sam and extends his hand.

“You need a hand up your highness?”

The King wore a look of deep disappointment where he stood, staring at the two competitors. But Sam’s smile proved he didn’t much care about that. 

Sam accepted Edmund’s offer to pull him up and once he was on his feet he gave a dramatic bow to the stands. Now the audience finally had a chance to understand what was going on, they were abuzz with life. 

It was like something taken straight from the fairytales. Some cynics noted that perhaps that was exactly why he’d done it. But Caira, along with many others, saw a seventeen year old man looking to be a part of his own nameday celebrations. 

Raising a hand to hush the crowds, the King made a gesture to the announcer. 

‘Knight Edmund of Feladean defeated…’ There was a moment of hesitation as the announcer tried to figure out what to declare. ‘Prince Samouel Fielding, fighting on behalf of the Black Knight, Duke Edwin Black.’ 

The stands grumbled with discontent, their bias for the Prince shining through. Sam’s smile fell when he realised that if they had their way, a victorious competitor would always lose to him. 

‘The final meet shall take place tonight. Apollo’s Champion, Knight Edmund of Feladean against Artemis’ Champion, Knight Orion of Chiswick,’ the announcer said, trying to make his voice carry over the stands. 

Caira glanced around, unsure why it hurt to hear the bias the sycophants seemed to hold. Weren’t they happy that Edmund won fairly? Would they rather the Prince to win just because of his name? 

Sam felt a deep, sinking feeling as the crowds didn’t seem to quieten. They would have him win, unfairly. Turning to Edmund, he grabbed Edmund into a warm handshake and clapped his back. ‘I’m proud to have lost to you. And I can’t wait to watch you win in my name.’ 

[edmund-anjou]

Edmund looks up at the stands, expecting to hear cheers but there are none. The only one clapping his his brother who looks with pride and then settles down when he sees no one else clapping. He looks down, feeling like his victory meant nothing after all. He pulls off his helmet, his dark curls full of sweat and he smiles finally when he feels Sam give him a warm handshake.

“It was a great match, you are an excellent fighter my friend. I shall do my best to claim victory in your name.”

He smiles wide at his friend, happy to see that at least Sam is proud of him and his victory. Hopefully the people will have more appreciation for him tonight when he fights against Knight Orion. His eyes glance back up at the stands, he gives a bow to the Royal box and then a bow to his brother and Caira. His eyes never leaving her as he bows. Wishing she was his wife right now, how he would love to rub into her embrace after the duel.

“You know, I believe there is a big banquet with plenty of food calling our names.”

Edmund adds as he looks back at Sam, a smirk on his face as he thinks of all the delicious food and wine there will be there.

[edmund-anjou]

[princesamouel]

edmund-anjou​:

Edmund looked over his horse, stroking the mane and giving it an apple as a treat. He is ready for the hunt, although he is dreading it a bit. He hasn’t seen Prince Samoeul since they had their falling out. He still doesn’t know what he did…yet it had something to do with Edwin…the man stole his position and his betrothal. His blood boiled for a minute before he closed his eyes and calmed his temper.

His eyes reopen and he sees and hears Sam and then sees Edwin as well discussing near a horse. He peers around his horse to look at them before he gets back to work saddling up his horse. He tended to do all this himself rather than rely on a groom. There was something special about saddling up the horse and getting to bond with it.

Edmund’s horse is a mare, but a beautiful mare. He calls her Anna and she has been a loyal friend to him, he honestly, cannot imagine doing this royal hunt without her. He finishes slinging his bow over his shoulder and placing the arrows on the horse as well. Much easier to grab there then on his back while riding. He glances back over at Sam, wondering if he should say anything before they depart. What would he even say to him? His fingers run through his dark curls and he sighs, frustrated with himself and his doubt.

He swallows deeply and finally decides he should go and say something. He walks up to the Golden horse and sees the light haired man.

“Your highness?”

Sam was about to mount Ilios when he heard the familiar voice. He turned to see Edmund there, a surge of both guilt and frustration coming forwards. As if he was the one who was wronged. ‘Edmund.’ 

Releasing his grip on his saddle, he turned to properly see his one-time friend. ‘I’m glad you could make it.’ It wasn’t a lie, of course. He was glad that Edmund found it in himself to come. Even after the last time he attended Sam’s nameday. But it didn’t mean that seeing Edmund put a cloud on the occasion. 

It reminded Sam of what had happened in 1261, seven years ago. 

[edmund-anjou]

Edmund watches his expression, feeling like maybe he shouldn’t have attended like he had so many years between it. He swallows hard before he glances back up at his Prince, hearing his words.

“The honor is mine to hunt with you once again. I actually have a new scar, if you hadn’t noticed. Battled a Leshen a few months back.”

He points to the gash across his eye, his eye luckily unharmed but he did bleed a lot and the wound had to be sewn shut. That had not been a fun battle at all and he was lucky to survive that. He hopes that maybe bringing up the battle with the Leshen will help ease conversation with Sam. He had missed their friendship.

“That is a fine steed you have there. I have my horse Anna. She’s been a loyal horse for a few years now.”

[barbarasoldier]

[elfishmagic]

edmund-anjou​:

Edmund looks over at the man with his comment, rolling his eyes as he manages another slice to the other leg of the Leshen. Watching more wood splintering to are him and covering his face once more. His breathing heavy as he holds a defensive stance.

“Well you elves are always bloody magical! Of course I would find one who can’t cast a spell!”

He hollers back, watching as the man fumbles with the leaves. Hoping he is thinking what he is thinking as well. He manages to slice off roots that started to uproot out of the ground and then does a roll out of the way of flying splinters again.

“Fuck!”

Edmund mutters as he quickly gets up back on his feet, gripping his sword and slicing the leshen’s arm off. Until it grows back once again. His heart races and he sees an arrow fly into the Leshen and watches as it bursts into flames.

“Woohoo!”

He yells as he brings his sword up and slices right now the torso of the beast.

Aedan would’ve hit the man for what he said about elves, but this wasn’t the time to discuss it. Instead, he focussed on the task at hand. He ignited another arrow and loosed it at the Leshen while it was distracted. 

A flaming arrow fired past Aedan and he glanced back to see Glade joined in. He gave Aedan a nervous smile and continued to shoot at the monster. 

The Leshen roared and swiped at Edmund, its heavy tree-like arms moving in to try and kill him. 

[edmund-anjou]

Edmund manages to block the fatal part of ths strikes but shards of it's arm hit across his face, just missing his eyes and crying out in pain. He does his best to scramble out way, covering his eye, when he gets bit by another wallop of wood onto his back. It knocks the wind out of him, his vision becoming blurry as he hears another arrow flying by. His hearing is muffled as she struggles to get back onto his feet. His left hand grabbing his sword, as his right still covers his eye, his hand soaked with blood already.

These bandits will kill him once they manage to kill the Leshen. He has to get away. Come on Edmund, get your ass moving. He tells himself as he shakes his head, gett8ng to his feet and staggers away from the fight.

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[werewolffair]

Prince Samouel’s Nameday Masquerade, The Inn

Caira and Edmund’s Story. Continued From Here. Played by @edmund-anjou and @werewolffair

21st November 1268

During the masquerade, Edmund discovered a woman who reminded him of a woman he was once betrothed to. Of course, Caira couldn’t be there. She was long gone. 

After dancing, playing games at the carnival and a ride in a boat, the two decided to seek privacy in a nearby inn. 

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Prince Samouel’s Nameday Masquerade

Players: @elfishmagic @princesamouel @werewolffair @heirprincessliana @edmund-anjou @laniusaureliusthief @maiden-of-the-meadow @archerofthewest 

21st November 1268

As the shops shut and children corralled into their beds, the streets filled with a very different celebration. Illuminated with lamps and lanterns, the city appeared to transform into some mystical land from the legends before magic started to fade. 

The town hall hosted the ball and the city became the carnival, full of jugglers, acrobats, fire eaters and musicians. The market remained open, flooding the place with the scent of mulled wine and salty treats. People from all walks of life donned their masks and lost their names for the night. Able to be someone else for a few blissful hours. Perhaps it was a mimicry of the Masked Banquet being hosted in the palace. Or a mockery. But soon enough, the two celebrations secretly became one as the young nobles in the palace grew bored.

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[princesamouel]

Hunting Reconciliation || Edmund and Samouel

@edmund-anjou

The bitter chill of the autumn air made Sam’s breath come in plumes as he marched across the courtyard. His golden bow was slung over one shoulder and his quiver over the other. 

Lord Jonathan Springs was already waiting with their horses. ‘Finally. Thought I’d have to send someone to fetch you.’ 

‘For a hunt? Never. I’d be up earlier if I thought it’d extend things.’ Sam ignored a squire who tried to offer him a cup of wine, walking straight past him to mount his horse. 

‘Not yet, Your Royal Highness,’ said the low, familiar voice of his father’s favoured Knight.

‘Duke? I didn’t think you were joining us for the hunt,’ Sam said, darting his hand out to stop Jonathan from pulling his usual disappearing act. 

Edwin chuckled and looked about the courtyard as other, younger knights started to appear. ‘I think a young prince should spend his nameday hunt without the  fear of being watched by his father’s men, don’t you? No. I’m actually here to offer you your present.’ 

Sam’s brow flexed slightly as he watched Edwin carefully. ‘Oh?’ 

Edwin gestured for his servants to do something for him. And when they reappeared, it was with a beautiful golden Stallion. ‘I had him imported from Dorea. For you, Sir.’ 

Sam eyed Edwin up and down for a moment, concerned by his motives. He knew the Knight wanted Sam’s favour, which he had since the situation with Orion… But extra gifts weren’t going to get him anywhere. 

So he turned his attention to the horse. He walked around the stallion, inspecting it as if he knew much about horse breeding. He’d have one of his men properly inspect it later. But this horse was a far greater specimen than his old one. 

‘He’s a fine beast. Thank you, Edwin. I shall him Illios’ Sam gestured to the stablehands. ‘Saddle him up. I’ll take this one this morning.’ He tried not to show too much gratitude, knowing there was always a condition attached to gifts from nobles. 

Before long, Ilios was ready to be taken on the hunt and Edwin had made his excuses and left the young men to their hunt. 

[edmund-anjou]

Edmund looked over his horse, stroking the mane and giving it an apple as a treat. He is ready for the hunt, although he is dreading it a bit. He hasn’t seen Prince Samoeul since they had their falling out. He still doesn’t know what he did...yet it had something to do with Edwin...the man stole his position and his betrothal. His blood boiled for a minute before he closed his eyes and calmed his temper.

His eyes reopen and he sees and hears Sam and then sees Edwin as well discussing near a horse. He peers around his horse to look at them before he gets back to work saddling up his horse. He tended to do all this himself rather than rely on a groom. There was something special about saddling up the horse and getting to bond with it.

Edmund’s horse is a mare, but a beautiful mare. He calls her Anna and she has been a loyal friend to him, he honestly, cannot imagine doing this royal hunt without her. He finishes slinging his bow over his shoulder and placing the arrows on the horse as well. Much easier to grab there then on his back while riding. He glances back over at Sam, wondering if he should say anything before they depart. What would he even say to him? His fingers run through his dark curls and he sighs, frustrated with himself and his doubt.

He swallows deeply and finally decides he should go and say something. He walks up to the Golden horse and sees the light haired man.

“Your highness?”

[werewolffair]

vedmund-anjou​:

Edmund stumbles back just a bit from the hit to his leg but manages to keep a defensive composure. All the stands silent as they watch them. He notices the Black Knight begin to tire, he was tring from all the fighting. He knows that’s the beginning of the loss of coordination.

He sees another opening, feigning an attack to the right but then a lower swipe to the left. His sword impacting the Black Knight’s leg, it striking against his metal guard. He angles his shield and then uses all his strength bashing it forward almost instantly. Knowing the strike of the sword should have Edwin off balance. Edmund continues to keep his cool and focus. His eyes staying on the Black Knight.

Henry watches his brother, seeing the footwork and then seeing the successful feign attack. He smiles, everything he has been taught is showing. All those years of practice and his brother his showing the world that Anjous can fight.

He gives Caira a bit of an affectionate squeeze, thanking her for her support. Knowing that she always got along with Edmunf and knows it must be hard for her to watch Edmund and Edwin fight such a duel.

The Black Knight started to lose his footing with the feigned strike. But when the shield struck him he was sent flying back. He landed heavily on his back with a pained moan. His helmet flew off on the impact. 

Left laying in the gravel was a blond young man, panting and sweaty from the day’s worth of fighting. ‘Damned armour.’ He breathed a heavy sigh and let his head fall back down. 

The stands were all silent, tension palpable. Through the dust and sweat, it was hard to see who the boy actually was. But his father knew. As did Edmund. 

‘I think I should stick to archery,’ Prince Samouel said from his heap of borrowed armour. 

[edmund-anjou]

Edmund's eyes widen underneath the helmet as the knight tumbles down. Losing his footing, he hears the gasps in the stands. His sword pointed at the chest of the knight, watching as the helmet comes off from the impact. He stands defensive ready for the Black Knight to be furious. Instead he sees a very familiar face.

"Sam!"

He stands there just amazed, realizing that Sam was the one who defeated all the other knights that fought. He steps back for a moment, looking up at the royal seating and seeing his majesty. He gives a bow to him and then walks up to Sam and extends his hand.

"You need a hand up your highness?"

[elfishmagic]

edmund-anjou​:

Edmund watches as an arrow flies by hits the leshen right in the skull face. He smiles as he sees the distraction and moves forward with his sword, swiping at one of the large wooden legs…he thinks he would call it legs. The wood snaps from the impact and starts to regrow again. He curses and looks over at the bandit again, seeing the ears that have been cut…he is a elf.

“Your an elf! Can you do magic? We need some kind of fire spell. I can distract it but you need to cast a spell!”

Edmund yells to him, managing to dodge a strike of roots coming up out of the ground. He breathes heavily, wishing he had time to start up a fire. A torch would be perfect right now. A torch would be really perfect. From now on Edmund will always make sure to have a torch handy. He dodged once again and swings his sword, slicing again at the leg. Watching the wood shattering all around, covering his face from getting impacted by it.

Aedan continued to fire on the Leshen, one of his arrows finding home in its eyehole. It gave a bellowing roar but with the other man hacking at it, it didn’t have a chance to turn to Aedan. 

‘Just because I’m a fucking elf?’ he called in response. He’d never heard such nonsense. Except from ‘noble’ arseholes. ‘Piss off.’ He was a druid, but this man didn’t need to know that. Especially when it wouldn’t help. Aedan’s magic was locked away in the cuff only Tyr held the key to. 

Instead, he dropped to his knees and rummaged in his pocket for flint and steel. He pulled the dried leaves on the forest floor into a pile and started to try light them. His hands trembled and vision started to turn fuzzy with panic. 

And then the fire bloomed. He added twigs and oiled up the arrow tip. Dipping it in the flame, he fired at the Leshen from where he knelt.

[edmund-anjou]

Edmund looks over at the man with his comment, rolling his eyes as he manages another slice to the other leg of the Leshen. Watching more wood splintering to are him and covering his face once more. His breathing heavy as he holds a defensive stance.

“Well you elves are always bloody magical! Of course I would find one who can’t cast a spell!”

He hollers back, watching as the man fumbles with the leaves. Hoping he is thinking what he is thinking as well. He manages to slice off roots that started to uproot out of the ground and then does a roll out of the way of flying splinters again.

“Fuck!”

Edmund mutters as he quickly gets up back on his feet, gripping his sword and slicing the leshen’s arm off. Until it grows back once again. His heart races and he sees an arrow fly into the Leshen and watches as it bursts into flames.

“Woohoo!”

He yells as he brings his sword up and slices right now the torso of the beast.

[werewolffair]

edmund-anjou​:

Edmund breathes heavily beneath his helmet. His own sword doing a twirl as he hears the trumpets. His heart pounding in his chest and his nerves on edge. He feels a bit nauseous but swallows hard. He will not let fear consume, he will not fail.

He readies himself and moves into a defensive stance as he sees him begin a lunge. The young count manages to block ever single strike. His boots dig into the gravel beneath him. Calmness filling him as he enters into the state of battle. The Duke is fighting with emotion, often an error in combat. It can cloud your judgment, make you lose focus.

He sees an opening finally and steps to the side, striking with his sword and managing to get a hit in. He hears the crowd gasp, not expecting Edmund to actually make a hit. He continues to keep his calm, his brother’s words echo through his mind. Never lose focus, never get cocky.

Henry watches and smiles to himself as he sees his brother manage to get a hit in. He breathes deeply and whispers the words.

“Never lose focus, never get cocky Ed.”

His fingers still grip the railing as he hears the crows react to how Edmund continues to block the strikes successfully.

The Black Knight’s footing wasn’t as skilled as Edmund’s. The strike unbalanced him with a grunt and made him stumble back. It left him wobbly and wide open. But before Edmund could land another blow, he spun out of the way. 

He finally managed to land a blow to Edmund’s metal leg guard in retaliation. 

Caira frowned as she watched the Black Knight fight more like a young cub playing with its brothers than a wolf on the hunt. But still, everyone watching seemed to think it was the desperate, emotional attempts of a jealous man. 

The Black Knight huffed a breathless laugh. It was a light thing, muffled by the helmet. He went to touch his side as he strafed. It was obvious that all of the Knights he’d had to fight before Edmund had tired him out. 

Caira didn’t miss the whispers that Edwin was performing worse than ever. That he was growing too old. That they remembered the days when he would go through all of the Knights without breaking a sweat. 

Caira reached over to Henry’s hand, grasping it where rested on the rail. She wanted her husband to win, obviously. But Edmund had so much promise. She felt bad for thinking it, but surely he would benefit most from winning?

[edmund-anjou]

Edmund stumbles back just a bit from the hit to his leg but manages to keep a defensive composure. All the stands silent as they watch them. He notices the Black Knight begin to tire, he was tring from all the fighting. He knows that’s the beginning of the loss of coordination.

He sees another opening, feigning an attack to the right but then a lower swipe to the left. His sword impacting the Black Knight’s leg, it striking against his metal guard. He angles his shield and then uses all his strength bashing it forward almost instantly. Knowing the strike of the sword should have Edwin off balance. Edmund continues to keep his cool and focus. His eyes staying on the Black Knight.

Henry watches his brother, seeing the footwork and then seeing the successful feign attack. He smiles, everything he has been taught is showing. All those years of practice and his brother his showing the world that Anjous can fight.

He gives Caira a bit of an affectionate squeeze, thanking her for her support. Knowing that she always got along with Edmunf and knows it must be hard for her to watch Edmund and Edwin fight such a duel.

[elfishmagic]

edmund-anjou​:

Edmund shakes his head at his words, suspecting the bandit would have more sense. He raises his sword about to strike when he hears the deep roar echoing through the trees. He recognizes the roar…he had heard it once before when he was a boy exploring the woods near the family estate. The color in his own face drains…knowing the only way to escape now is to fight the Leshen and survive.

“Run!”

He tells to the bandit, turning around and charging toward the leshen. His heart pounding in his chest and he remembers every bit of training he received all his life in sword fighting against man, beast and monster. He breathes deeply, as he slides behind a rock. Trying to think of a strategy and how to fight this thing. He closes his eyes for just a moment. Envisioning how this fight could go and for images a strategy. Today has really turned into a bad day.

Aedan knew he should obey the man. He knew that there was little that could beat a Leshen other than fire or a real Druid. Maybe nymphs? It didn’t matter. He wasn’t in any position to fight the thing. 

But he found himself unable to move. His fingers were frozen around the hilt of the ‘borrowed’ sword and his eyes stuck on the beast. Its body creaked and groaned with every slow step, like a the trees of the forest in a windy night. 

And before Aedan can make a move, a hand grabbed him by his hood and yanked him back. Stumbling back, Aedan found Glade. ‘We’re going. Now.’ 

Aedan glanced back at the man charging the Leshen and found himself desperate to help. ‘We can’t leave him.’ 

‘Tyr will kill him anyway. Let him die like this.’ 

‘No. No.’ Aedan shrugged Glade off and stole the bow off of Glade’s back. ‘I have to help.’ 

Glade shook his head as if it was the most foolish thing he’d ever seen.  

And before he could stop him, Aedan fired an arrow at the Leshen’s skull-face. At least he could die a distraction if all else failed. 

[edmund-anjou]

Edmund watches as an arrow flies by hits the leshen right in the skull face. He smiles as he sees the distraction and moves forward with his sword, swiping at one of the large wooden legs...he thinks he would call it legs. The wood snaps from the impact and starts to regrow again. He curses and looks over at the bandit again, seeing the ears that have been cut...he is a elf.

“Your an elf! Can you do magic? We need some kind of fire spell. I can distract it but you need to cast a spell!”

Edmund yells to him, managing to dodge a strike of roots coming up out of the ground. He breathes heavily, wishing he had time to start up a fire. A torch would be perfect right now. A torch would be really perfect. From now on Edmund will always make sure to have a torch handy. He dodged once again and swings his sword, slicing again at the leg. Watching the wood shattering all around, covering his face from getting impacted by it.

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[werewolffair]

edmund-anjou​:

Edmund sees her waving and his whole face beams under his helmet. She had noticed him! He waves back up at her and smiles under his helmet. Looking over at her husband who just stares at him. He waits for his name to be drawn and he hears his name and then his opponent…The Black Knight.

Edmund looked at him and then up at the stands as everyone grew quiet. Most men that fought against him were injured and often unable to fight again. He swallows hard, but he will not let fear dictate him. He steps onto the field, his sword and shield ready. Bowing low to the stands first and then bowing to Edwin. He moves into a defensive position and prays to the gods that they aid in victory today. He needs this victory.

Henry watches his brother move into position, part of him wants him to yank him immediately from the competition. To protect him from harm and make sure that The Black Knight doesn’t add his brother to his lust of injured knights. His fingers dig into the wooden rail, temper ready to snap should anything happen to Edmund down there. The Anjous were known for two things, swordsman and tempers. Hopefully only one side is shown today.

He breathes deeply and can feel his face turning red with anxiety and anger as well. If Edwin hurts him, Henry will have his head.

When the trumpets sounded, the Black Knight twirled his sword with a skilled flourish. One Caira didn’t recognise. She leaned forwards in her seat, hands resting on the wooden rail.

The Black Knight encircled Edmund, slowly and cautiously. His footwork skilled as only a young man’s could be. 

And then he lunged, his sword piercing the air like the motion of a snake through water. 

The crowd watched with a renewed interest at the strange new style the Black Knight used. It led to whispers through the stands that this was Edwin showing his jealousy. Everyone started to predict that Edmund would replace Edwin in both status and favour if he won this fight. 

[edmund-anjou]

Edmund breathes heavily beneath his helmet. His own sword doing a twirl as he hears the trumpets. His heart pounding in his chest and his nerves on edge. He feels a bit nauseous but swallows hard. He will not let fear consume, he will not fail.

He readies himself and moves into a defensive stance as he sees him begin a lunge. The young count manages to block ever single strike. His boots dig into the gravel beneath him. Calmness filling him as he enters into the state of battle. The Duke is fighting with emotion, often an error in combat. It can cloud your judgment, make you lose focus.

He sees an opening finally and steps to the side, striking with his sword and managing to get a hit in. He hears the crowd gasp, not expecting Edmund to actually make a hit. He continues to keep his calm, his brother’s words echo through his mind. Never lose focus, never get cocky.

Henry watches and smiles to himself as he sees his brother manage to get a hit in. He breathes deeply and whispers the words.

“Never lose focus, never get cocky Ed.”

His fingers still grip the railing as he hears the crows react to how Edmund continues to block the strikes successfully.

[elfishmagic]

edmund-anjou​:

Edmund listens to him speak, the man in front of him seems to be terrified of the other bandits as well. With his skill to ambush someone, he could be quite useful and might be able to turn his life around. He continues to point his sword to him.

“I’ll give you a choice bandit. You better think fast on it though before your friends come looking for you.”

He steps forward, his sword at the ready to strike and kill the man if he has to, but honestly he has had enough killing and doesn’t want to take another life. Killing doesn’t make one feel strong.

“You can either come with me. I can give you a way out of this life. You don’t seem to enjoy it that much, or we can fight and I can kill you. Which do you want Huh?”

He looks at him, his pale eyes almost pleading with him to choice the first option.

Aedan might’ve believed a weight lifted from his shoulders, if it hadn’t been replaced with a heavier one. The idea that he could be free from Tyr’s men was a tempting lot. But they had the key to his cuff. And if he left them, they’d stop at nothing to make his life hell. Hunting him and killing him wouldn’t be all they’d try. They’d seek his family across the small sea to Olean Ridh. 

His face contorted with the strain of his thoughts. He didn’t want to kill this man. He didn’t want to be killed by this man.

He wanted to be free. To be able to live a quiet life, alone in the forest with the animals. Perhaps he’d even learn to use his magic. The idea was warming on cold nights, but felt impossible in moments like this. Moments where he was stood at a fork in the road but no matter how he tries to walk left, his feet are forcing him to go right. 

‘I-I’m sorry. I can’t. If I don’t-’ 

Before Aedan could finish his train of thought, a deep and horrific roar echoed through the trees. All the colour drained from his face and he stood, frozen in place as he stared behind Edmund. 

The silohette of a Leshen loomed in the darkness. 

[edmund-anjou]

Edmund shakes his head at his words, suspecting the bandit would have more sense. He raises his sword about to strike when he hears the deep roar echoing through the trees. He recognizes the roar...he had heard it once before when he was a boy exploring the woods near the family estate. The color in his own face drains...knowing the only way to escape now is to fight the Leshen and survive.

“Run!”

He tells to the bandit, turning around and charging toward the leshen. His heart pounding in his chest and he remembers every bit of training he received all his life in sword fighting against man, beast and monster. He breathes deeply, as he slides behind a rock. Trying to think of a strategy and how to fight this thing. He closes his eyes for just a moment. Envisioning how this fight could go and for images a strategy. Today has really turned into a bad day.

[werewolffair]

edmund-anjou​:

Edmund watches Caira blow a kiss to Edwin, of course the oaf making a spectacle of it. He mutters under his breath. Looking back up at her and seeing just how beautiful she looks. He had always wanted to marry her, they played when they were children and he met her again when he was a young teenager. They got along and he had hoped that maybe things would work out. Instead she married him, The Black Knight, the stuck up prick.

His feet dig into the ground and his fingers grip the hilt of his sword even more. He glances back up at the Princess and then over at her favored Knight. What was he kidding? He’ll never impress the Princess, if he couldn’t impress Caira how would he impress her. He feels a bit of anger rising in himself, the doubt beginning to fester as he knows he will never get the recognition of all the other knights here. He’s just Edmund…maybe that’s what he should embrace more. Just be himself and not worry about impressing people.

Henry claps and he leans over to Caira. Pointing to the man in armor standing near her husband.

“That’s Edmund right there, he’s standing right near your husband. I wonder who he will be fighting against first.”

Henry beams with pride, looking at his younger brother and then smiling over at Caira. Knowing that she always got along with his brother and hopes that they can become friends. It would be good for Edmund to have more friends among the nobility. He only ever really has friends who are commoners.

Caira leaned in to listen to Henry under the roar of the crowds. And when she knew Edmund was staring up at them, she gave a beaming smile and waved down to him, too. The Black Knight glanced between them but did and said nothing. 

‘I hope he doesn’t have to fight Edwin. I don’t think I’d ever forgive my husband if he hurt your brother.’ Edwin did have the bloodiest track record for non-fatal contests. But he’d assured her it was always accidental. 

After a few bouts of Knights Caira didn’t know fighting Orion and the Black Knight, Edmund’s name was drawn. 

He was called to fight the Black Knight. 

Caira’s heart dropped into her stomach and she gripped Henry’s arm in anticipation. 

The Black Knight stepped up to the field and bowed, low and respectfully to the stands. And then bowed to Edmund. He said not a word as he readied himself. 

[edmund-anjou]

Edmund sees her waving and his whole face beams under his helmet. She had noticed him! He waves back up at her and smiles under his helmet. Looking over at her husband who just stares at him. He waits for his name to be drawn and he hears his name and then his opponent...The Black Knight.

Edmund looked at him and then up at the stands as everyone grew quiet. Most men that fought against him were injured and often unable to fight again. He swallows hard, but he will not let fear dictate him. He steps onto the field, his sword and shield ready. Bowing low to the stands first and then bowing to Edwin. He moves into a defensive position and prays to the gods that they aid in victory today. He needs this victory.

Henry watches his brother move into position, part of him wants him to yank him immediately from the competition. To protect him from harm and make sure that The Black Knight doesn’t add his brother to his lust of injured knights. His fingers dig into the wooden rail, temper ready to snap should anything happen to Edmund down there. The Anjous were known for two things, swordsman and tempers. Hopefully only one side is shown today.

He breathes deeply and can feel his face turning red with anxiety and anger as well. If Edwin hurts him, Henry will have his head.