Of A King's Knight and Tears

Training Begins

So, you want to hear of my training, Dia?

Well, let me tell you.

It wasn't easy.

Training was brutal.

Training always is brutal.

But training is what makes you become a better warrior,

A better guardian, a better man, and most of all a better person

So please Dia, never stop getting stronger.

"You have to be more careful, Jeanne. If Sir Cú was not with you, you would most likely not be here right now. Either that or you would be much more injured than what you are now", Arturia scolded her best friend, who sat with her head hung in shame. It was obvious she felt bad for running off to the church, but she felt that it needed to be done to get rid of her nightmares. The Frenchwoman gradually raised her head and looked at the King, who had a worried expression on her face.

"I know, but I thought that it would be fine. The church is only a couple of minutes away, so I thought that if I was in trouble I could easily get back to the castle. If I would have known that the rebels were out to kill me, I wouldn't have went. But, I had no idea. Why are they even seeking to kill me anyway?" the blonde asked, her purple eyes sad and shameful. "I mean, I get why the rebels would want to be rid of Alo, but what do I have to do with anything?" Arturia couldn't answer the question Jeanne had asked her. It was true that Jeanne didn't have anything to do with anything in the castle. It was more like she was just there to support. There were some times where she was the general for a battalion and led the troops onto the battlefield, but it wasn't enough to get her as renowned as what Gawain, Arthur, Zoal, and Alodine were.

"They're after you, because you're Arturia's best friend. And if they get rid of you, they believe that Arturia will be weakened by despair. It's always been said that emotional damage is the worst kind of damage, and I can't help but agree", the voice of the female general spoke from the door. The two women looked toward her, as she took a seat in the Royal Conference Room. "How's that ankle of yours doing?" Alo questioned, sitting back in the chair. Jeanne sighed.

"I have to wait three weeks for it to heal. I didn't want them to heal it with magic, so it has to heal naturally", Jeanne answered. There was a moment's pause before she spoke again. "So, how much trouble do you think Sir Cú will be in for setting the woods on fire?" Alodine tilted her head to the table, resting her eyes.

"In my opinion, I don't think he will be in any, if the Royal Court declares that his actions were only for the good of saving you. In fact, they'll probably reward him with a higher position, if they do declare that he was only doing it to save you. You are rather important here, so saving you is no small matter. But as I said, that's just my opinion. We have no idea what the Royal Court is going to say until everyone gets here. And we all know that Guinevere will probably want to execute him for him or something of the such", the general replied, causing Jeanne to gasp.

"Do you think that they'll really believe that Sir Cú just set the woods on fire just to set it on fire?" Her voice held unsettlement in it. Arturia soon spoke up.

"Do not worry, Jeanne. I will not let that happen to him. I do not want that to happen either, and I'm sure Diarmuid would not be very happy if the Court decided to hang his elder brother just for helping you either. So, do not worry yourself. I will make sure that he is rewarded for his actions. He deserves it. I would not know what I would have done, if I would have lost you", the green-eyed female reassured her friend, a slight grin appearing on her face. Jeanne smiled at her, happy to know that nothing would happen to the handsome male.