Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20170621000455/@comment-10906938-20170623010858

(Hell yeah!)

Prince Henri gazed out the open window of Castle Daggerfall. His mind left the dusty tower room and floated over the strikingly-blue harbor not too far off. Sails of every color bobbed in the pleasant morning weather. Daggerfall was home to a busy port, and sunny days like this one were certainly no exception.

His thoughts were brought back to reality by an impatient nudge from his father seated to his left. King Willen was not well. In his old age he had grown distrusful, and insisted his heir be the one to guide him to the throne room. Initially this meant walking by his side, holding his arm for support. Now, the King was little more than a regal sack of carrots. Henri didn't mind. He had grown up being drilled in javelin throw, and falcata practice. Strength was important in this city, and it would not be fitting to have a weak ruler.

After his father was positioned on the throne, Henri took leave of the castle. After finding his horse from the stables, he rode around the city, visiting the barracks, forges, and royal quay.