Uncharted [Narnia X Game of Thrones]

Nine.

Lord Drinian Keloran

Weddleton, 2313

The town was flourishing, something which gladdened him massively. Recalling the last time he had visited by sailing from Galma up towards Giants Country, then across to the Wild North, to Claw Point as other sailors liked to call the section of land which created the natural harbour that had once housed Old Weddleton. There was almost nothing left of the ancient town, only a couple of walls left truly. Far too brittle to build onto and so they had instead moved the town a few miles farther south until it was basically at the separation from the Western Wild to the Wild North.

The sea was where he belonged.

He'd been born on a ship, recalling his mothers joking voice on how he just could not wait until the following day when they were expected to arrive back in Galma after visiting family in Terebinthia. At the age of five he was sailing with his father. At thirteen he was granted his first boat which was more a pole boat than anything- but Drinian loved it all the same. He still had it actually, although it had fallen into some disrepair from many years of not being in use. He planned on repairing it so he could gift it to his own son when he was the same age he was when it was gifted to him. Harrion was eight now and was slowly being incorporated into the ways of the court considering Drinian was the Lord of Sea.

Yet he hadn't truly been a Lord of the Sea until he had turned sixteen and took control of a small ship whilst working in an inn at night along the seafront to make extra money. Instead of the money going towards buying necessities such as enough food or to have a roof over his head, he had saved it all. It took seven years but not long before he turned twenty-six he finally had enough to buy a true ship. Not a grand one by any means, but a good ship. It was his home, the sea was his home. The salt in the air and the waves crashing against the sides.

And now he stared out at the Golden Valley- one of the many warships in the Narnian fleet and also one of the grandest hence the name. She had been modelled after descriptions the Old Monarchs had given of their pleasure ship the Splendour Hyaline but with many more adjustments. Many had been discomforted with the idea of taking a warship but he knew out of everyone that it was better to err on the side of caution. Especially because there would be a war, it was the 'when' they would join said war that was the difficult thing to say.

"How are you this day, my Lord?"

He blinked once and turned to face Lord Glozelle who as usual was wearing light armour. He'd never gotten used to not wearing at least some of it despite his elevation in station. Not that he could say much different as he was still prone to wearing clothes akin to a sailors despite also having a seat on the royal council.

"I am excited, I am a man of the sea after all."

Glozelle scoffed a little and jokingly rolled his eyes.

"King Edmund is asking for you, he is at the base of the harbour."

With that, Glozelle walked away as Drinian headed towards the youngest Narnian King (who was far from young despite his appearance). It wasn't illegal to be told the stories of Old Narnia in Galma and due to such a thing he'd had an advantage over many of the Telmarine's during the period where there was peace but there also wasn't peace. He'd grown up on the stories, idolised some of the people in these stories, and it was still a strange thought knowing he almost on a daily basis interacted with people who were a part of said stories. The base of the harbour was only a short walk away and it was simple to spot the younger King given the fact he obviously was not Telmarine with his fair skin and raven coloured hair.

"Ah, Lord Drinian!"

He called as he was now face to face with the man.

"You sent for me, your Majesty?"