the king returns

He'd heard the rumors about the King going to fight his ex-wife. She appeared to have been missing for quite some time and had apparently returned, quite mentally unstable apparently, to challenge Gerhardt for the right to his freedom. The esquire worried a little about his King, since after all he was the man who ruled over Seracia, but at the same time he knew the King was a capable warrior. He had after all been able to dispatch the bull at the bull hunt. As much as Pontifex had wanted to be there to support his King, he knew it was much wiser to stay back in Seracia. If the King wasn't home to protect the lands, at least someone had to be there. And so the esquire had stayed, patrolling the borders, listening for any news that would arrive concerning the challenge from the ex-wife.


Grey and black paws carried the esquire along the borders of Seracia, another routine sweep for intruders and or loners looking to join. So far, he hadn't spotted anyone, but a passing breeze changed that. The familiar scent of Gerhardt hit the man's nostrils, but there was sickening taste to it; blood. The King was hurt. Powerful limbs stirred the man into a purposeful gallop, golden gaze searching for the amethyst eyed man's figure. There. Gerhardt was lying on his side, his companion eagle hovering just above him. The putrid stench of blood became more prominent as the esquire approached, golden gaze dancing over the man's figure. Sir, how may I be of assistance? There was no use in asking if he was alright when it was pretty obvious that he wasn't. He just needed to be told what to do to best help the King and he would do it.



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