Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191227032639/@comment-24510587-20191227233323

"Well..." Emile thought.

"I was a page from my seventh, as normal, in service to my family's liege lord, count Edouard Vanconne. I was his squire, too, and part of his retinue once I was knighted. I've spent as much time in his court as I have in Halen Castle. He's been like a second father to me. He... well, he used to tell me, 'Emile, someday, soon or late, you will be part of something that will make you be remembered in the history books'. I'd reply, 'if you say so, milord, can we go hunting now?' Even though I knew fully well that I had to finish writing the letters of the day first. But he'd smirk and nod, and let me run to the stables, only for me to find that my bow had been misplaced. When I returned to tell him, he'd smirk and tell me that maybe it would return if I finished writing the letters. Once I was done, I'd then find the bow where it was supposed to be."

Emile paused for a moment.

"He managed to pull that one at least four times. I wasn't a very fast learner."