The Ahlissan Chronicles
~ Book 1 ~
The Midnight Maiden
Chapter 5: Seeking Permission
The next morning found Lord Brion up earlier than usual. This time it was he who was eating when his father entered to common room. Looking at this father, Brion could tell that the drinking and storytelling had lasted long into the night. Such is the way of things when men of action gather together over good drink and a warm hearth. Brion felt that some good-natured teasing was due.
"Good morning Father, you look as if you have lost a fight with an ogre. Did the drink and song get the better of you last night? Perhaps at your age you should slow down a bit?" He laughed.
"I won the fight but that doesn't stop the damn ogres from marching through my skull!" Barnard grinned. He looked at the food and felt his stomach turn at the sight of the greasy bacon, he picked up a biscuit. "William and I drank and talked about you son, he was curious."
"Curious about what?" he asked but knowing full well, he felt himself flush.
"Oh, about what sort of man you are and of course, your intentions with his granddaughter, Lady Eryca."
"And what did you say?" Brion asked.
"Well I guessed at your intentions but as to what kind of man you are I said that Astinos and I were still working on that!" He laughed loudly and dodged a bit of bread that had been aimed at his head, the sudden movement making him slightly dizzy.
"Behold my Father the jester!" Lord Brion replied laughing heartily. When he had calmed he spoke again. "So what do you think of her Father, you saw and heard her last night."
"My son," said Barnard as he sipped some water "it isn't what I think that's important. It is what you think and feel. However, she is very beautiful and intelligent from what I heard her say last night. I think she is a fine catch indeed!" The King winked at his son. "If you can hold on to her that is."
"I think I can do that" said Brion grinning. "I learned last night that she is a mage Father and a powerful one by my estimation."
"Well then she is indeed very intelligent son. Training in the arcane arts is not for the foolhardy or the dim-witted. If she is in fact a mage son, then she is everything you think her to be and more."
"Thank you Father, I think she is definitely more, as you said. I am going to approach the Earl today and ask permission to court her. Would you mind if I didn't accompany you this morning?" Brion asked sincerely.
"Would I mind? Of course not, anything to see the potential for grandchildren in my future" he laughed and threw up his hands in mock exasperation "Finally!" Looking at the ceiling Barnard did not manage to duck the next piece of bread that hit him square in the nose.
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After breakfast Brion asked a page to escort him to where the Earl went about his daily routines. The boy took him to a well-appointed suite of rooms that were furnished with comfort in mind. There was a fire in the hearth to ward off the morning chill; the seasons were slowly beginning to change. Brion being from a much warmer climate had noticed it a week prior. Across from the fireplace was a large wooden table covered in maps and other parchments containing reports of a military nature. He knew that the Shield Lands were in constant skirmishes with the Bandit Kingdoms to the northeast and the newly formed Horned Society had taken up residence in a valley to the northwest.