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castlenim2022-08-08 09:45 pm
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[That morning, Lysander Millaray woke up with a profound sense of deja vu. It left as quickly as it came, but for a moment, he could have sworn he should be waking up under different circumstances entirely, and the sights and sounds of the estate's morning should be only in his memory.
What a strange dream would have prompted such a thing?
Regardless, it's not as though he can lay around and ponder it. The clockwork of the kingdom ticks on, and unfortunately, he is a cog within it. Running a marquessate, running the manor, checking up on his nephew, making sure the prince doesn't make his life miserable...well, more miserable, that is. He wishes, sometimes, he could tell every bright-eyed upstart who can barely wield a sword that their dreams of heroism aren't worth it even if they can be achieved. All it had ever done for Lysander is make his "retirement" a mire of politics.
Speaking of which...the servant he just bid to enter his study is looking far too unsettled for his message to be anything routine.
Your wife is asking to see you he says, finally. She says it's urgent.
Ah. Yes. His wife in name only. He couldn't escape this particular leash the prince decided to fasten on him. Even if, truth be told, he didn't particularly feel much one way or another about the rumors about her (he'd be hypocritical if he did, whether or not he'd taken lives during a war), he couldn't really escape the fact she's a means to keep him in his place. For all he knows, she has a deal with the prince herself.
Their relationship can't even be called that, as the most they interact is by passing each other in the halls and attending any social functions neither of them can get out of. Lysander prefers it this way. And until now, he thought she did as well. Maybe it is something particularly important, then.]
...let her in.
What a strange dream would have prompted such a thing?
Regardless, it's not as though he can lay around and ponder it. The clockwork of the kingdom ticks on, and unfortunately, he is a cog within it. Running a marquessate, running the manor, checking up on his nephew, making sure the prince doesn't make his life miserable...well, more miserable, that is. He wishes, sometimes, he could tell every bright-eyed upstart who can barely wield a sword that their dreams of heroism aren't worth it even if they can be achieved. All it had ever done for Lysander is make his "retirement" a mire of politics.
Speaking of which...the servant he just bid to enter his study is looking far too unsettled for his message to be anything routine.
Your wife is asking to see you he says, finally. She says it's urgent.
Ah. Yes. His wife in name only. He couldn't escape this particular leash the prince decided to fasten on him. Even if, truth be told, he didn't particularly feel much one way or another about the rumors about her (he'd be hypocritical if he did, whether or not he'd taken lives during a war), he couldn't really escape the fact she's a means to keep him in his place. For all he knows, she has a deal with the prince herself.
Their relationship can't even be called that, as the most they interact is by passing each other in the halls and attending any social functions neither of them can get out of. Lysander prefers it this way. And until now, he thought she did as well. Maybe it is something particularly important, then.]
...let her in.
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[Lysander's evident skepticism might be...no, definitely is offensive, but in his defense, he hasn't seen his wife do anything that required physical effort besides maybe a walk in the garden. Admittedly, he hasn't known her for very long, or knows her very well either, but if someone had been interested in training or exercise to begin with, he thinks they would have done so already.
Which begs the question of why in the world does Calytrix want to do this?
It's not as though Lysander objects on principle. There are numerous female knights in the ranks already. But he does have to wonder if she knows what she's getting into. He's seen it enough with fresh recruits who believe because wielding a sword is destiny in their dreams, it will somehow translate into reality.
Well. Maybe understanding if she is entirely out of her depth would be a good place to begin. He folds his hands on his desk and leans forward a fraction, the smoke gray of his eyes fixed on her expression. This is probably the most attention he's paid to her since she's arrived but...that's a thought for another time.]
What sort of training did you have in mind?