Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20161029115452

(No, no... if she had, then he'd be a mad beast right now xD. She's just really old and knows a thing or two about healing "livestock")

"Finally, we are home, old friend.", Tormund whispered to Farraud's covered body. One of his men had managed to escape with the redguard's corpse and on the third day of their travel, the info got to the King's ears, "Not the way we expected, but home nonetheless."

"Bring us to the docks, gentlemen. I miss my family and I am sure that you all miss yours as well!", the gigantic breton shouted, ordering his crew around.

"Captain.", a familiar voice called.

"What is it, Argent?", Tormund replied without looking at the cook.

"If I may, I'd like to cook for Farraud's funeral. I feel like I owe him at least that...", the one-legged Grandjean said.

"I don't see why not, but you must speak to my wife... Allera would certainly want her own cook dealing with that, so you oughta convince her.", the King's sad smile left the cook speechless, managing only to nod and leave back to his galley.

"You know, my King, Farraud wouldn’t want that... What you did, he'd be against it.", and elderly and stern voice came from behind the King.

"Well, Lucius, Farraud is dead. His wishes were what led him into death and he is no longer here to tell me that himself... So fuck what he would've wanted, I couldn't give a damn.", the bearded breton replied, rudely.

"You are starting to sound like your father, young King. He too suffered an inimaginable loss and decided that bloodshed was the answer... a bloodshed that YOU put an end to, if you don't remember.", Lord Lucius Farr continued, "Why listen to me, right? I'm just a bitter, old bastard with no wife or children. What do I know about loss, right?", he spat.

Tormund's silence was everything that Lucius needed to know that the King knew he was right, even though it was more likely that the man would grow fins and swim away rather than call back his fleet. Lucius shook his head, disappointed and slowly left.

"Your father would be proud.", he provoked before leaving the King alone with his own thoughts.

Jakin was still getting used to walk with the cane when he heard someone coming his way, so he promptly stopped, picked up a blank piece of paper from his pocket and pretended to be reading it.

"My Prince.", both soldiers said in unison when they finally entered eachother field of sight.

"It is good to see you out of your room, my Prince...", one of them said.

"Err...", Jakin cleared his throat as if something was stuck there, choking him, "Thank you, gentlemen. I am feeling much better."

"Good, good. Anything we can be of service this evening, milord?", the second soldier asked.

"Yes, in a matter of fact you can point me towards my sister, Princess Bellisa.", the breton managed to keep his composure, speaking strongly as if indicating that nothing was wrong with him... which the cane disavowed.

"Oh, I believe we saw her heading back to her chambers after speaking with the King.", the first soldier said after a moment of introspection.

"That would be all, then, gentlemen. Go on.", the Prince nodded and went back to the blank paper as if finishing reading it and actually waiting for the soldiers to leave.

Once they were out of sight, Jakin hurriedly limped towards his twin's room and knocked on the door.