« Your behavior is foolish. Such disrespect for your family, for your name, the ancestors whomst have shed their blood so their heirs could live as nobility. »
The anger shivering in the Marshall's voice echoed throughout his body. His lips pinched, his hand trambling upon the handle of his sword, his eyes steeled toward the Princess' closest subject... and her first victim.
« Why be so indignant my friend ? Does my honor impart on yours ? »
The Liege was not even looking at the Marshall, simply cleaning the wine on the ground and the glass fragments shattering under their feet.
His faint smile was unwavering, his motions calms, like a beach skimmed by gentle waves. Undeterred by his crude endeavour.
« Indeed it does not. But seeing a friend of mine dragged to such lows... How can it not revolt me ? Where is your pride ? »
The Liege stopped his hand, intrigued by the poor choice of word of the Marshall.
« Pride ? You are the fool my friend. Ego is nothing but a wall that separate us from what we long for.
- Me ? A fool ? »
Lifting his gaze toward the Marshall, the Liege's eyes finaly met his friend's, finding only doubt behind his shell of outrage.
« Yes. I don't ask you to understand what I say today but listen to me well. I will not let such a thing, pride, separate me from the object of my desire. And you should not either. »
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A Court's Story
FantasyThe story of a man willing to forget himself for her. Of a whimsical Princess full of flaws. And the Court living around her wishes. A Court's Story is a collection of short scene, not necessarily in chronological order, exploring the dynamics of...
