LUKE KUHN
"You have clearly taken leave of your senses boy!" Sir Jon Stark says to me as I walk out of my houses tournament rented changing room.
'Its not a big deal you sourer old man.'
All though the tempest wolf state is a delicate balance that most mages would struggle to maintain without the right calculations and plus the fact that one's brain would be effected by lightning magic which something most would consider risky or mad at best. But to me however its just a matter of applying the right amount of mana with precise timing.
"Its not a big deal my Lord." Say getting a fill of my pale grey linen doublet-coat with silver dire wolves for clasps. The coat itself falls slightly bellow my knees and is secured with a silver belt.
I wear a different pair of glasses now since my other pair was destroyed by Ha Eunbin.
"Bah, you are just like your gory damn father sometimes with your aloof personality and all."
The old knight sighed and signaled me to follow him.
"You shouldn't use that state without a Rune blade lad and speaking of which how in the lords name did you create that monstrous mass of steel. You know what don't tell me you should keep such thing to yourself or you might find yourself like old Sir Laurance..."
I laughed at the last part.
"Fear not my Lord of Oakheart I will not share the secrets of my blade for all to see like our dear dead friend the knight flowers."
Sir Laurance Greytower was a legendary knight from the age of Slayers which was one thousand years ago. And is infamous for his habit of sharing his insight with his foes and winning regardless of them knowing what he could do or what he would do but...that all changed when he met Sir Cyrus Dragonia in battle.
"Oh, by the way nice coat my good lad it looks good on you. Tell me did you order it from Dragonheart's wear?"
I nodded.
"Yeah, I prefer this sort of dress over the pretty surcoats some lads prefer. But I could say the same of your coat my Lord, are those actual raven feathers?"
The old knight chuckled.
"Indeed they are. I got these during the siege of Oakheart ah a worthy foe the Raven king was. He talked a lot of shit about my fighting style do you know? Hahaha to bad for him I'm wearing his son and heir as my coat now."
'It is quite the nice coat.'
My idol wears black coat made of raven wings lined with cloth of crimson with a red raven broach on the left breast.
'Sir Jon Stark is now my only idol because of how much of an old sack shit Lorn Thyestes turned out to be.'
I thought still pissed off at the dishonor lord Atreus and I suffered at the hand of our family it matters not if it is a sound political move I will never accept it never!
'Never judge your ideals until you meet them. That sound right but the better saying would be never idolize people you don't know.'
But I know I can trust this man after all his just like me in a way.
Sir Jon no Lord Jon now is the younger brother of Lord Light von Stark Tatiana's father. And he is known as the raven of death due to his Arcane magic the man is respected.
Just like me he knows what its like to live under many people's shadows but unlike me he has not had the fortune of living his older and brothers shadow.
The old knight stopped next to a painting depicting one of the Raa's ancient hero's slaying a great desert serpent with a great golden bow.
I frowned.
"Does this piece of art work interest you my Lord?"
"No, its just that I thought it prudent for us to stop here and speak about your marriage to my niece." He said his grey eyes darkening slightly.
I shake with anger? frustration? disgust? I do not know.
"My Lord I...."
"There's no need to explain yourself lad. I know my brother and lord Rickard well this is their scheme to obtain more land in Vanaheim. Old Eun-Hyun is just trying to find something for his tenth child to do not to mention she'll get to learn House Kuhn's fighting style. So, don't be to harsh on the Southern girl...she's really nice."
The Lord of Oakheart turned into a flock of ravens and vanished as he returned to the high box of the high Lords of Pangea some of his words still echoed.
"Be careful with my niece if you upset her she might slit your throat as you sleep."
He paused.
"Say high to my nephew for me will you."
I smiled and muttered.
"I'll my lord."
A few minutes latter I find myself in the middle box field to the brim with young lords from all of Pangea some are with their friends some with their sycophants. I scan the room for anyone who will not annoy me or call me Salat boy.
'What is this?'
As I enter the room some of the eyes that were fixed upon the projection artifact all shift to me.
I walk calmy my foot steps steady, linen coat swaying with every movement I make.
I find an area that's not full of people drinking, gambling or play lick the boot with each other.
'So, its actually happening I'm marrying two woman at the same time.' I thought with a bit of detachment.
Most people from outside the northern continent believe that polygamy is illegal or prohibited by most religions in the North.
But they would be wrong because that only ap[lies to people who worship the two Goddess's and the Lord of magic. However I believe in the Lord of Science and Wisdom who permits such relationships in "dire" times.
'So, that's why he made me the breeding wolf of the pack...' I thought with distain.
Its not because I'm the fourth son its because I didn't act quickly enough. All my brothers likely caught on to what father was planning and either through themselves in duty like Lukas or through themselves into whoring and fighting like Eddard did. Since Robert is the oldest of us he got married before father had any ambitions of allying with the Starks.
I laughed softly and muttered.
"I've been trapped."
Done with my brooding I decide to see who's dueling who.
But as I raised my head to look a the projection artifact something red and black blocked my vision.
I sighed in annoyance and glanced at the figure in front of me with her hands on her hips and wearing haughty smile on her pretty face.
"So, you beat Eunbin my dear Sala...."
"What the fuck do you want!" I snapped.
She shrunk back a bit then she sighed.
"You should lighten up Sir Luke. And as for what I want? Well its more of what you from me, need I remind you of our bet."
'Our bet....'
The memory soon came back to me and the dishonorable thing I had asked her for.
"You know I was only having a jape with you?" I said lazily.
"Bullshit." She cursed snorting. "You had a devilish grin on your stern face when you asked for my mai....."
I covered her mouth not wanting for anyone to hear.
"Enough!" I snapped in a low voice.
"I will collect my debt two or three years from now so, just drop it." I hissed.
She laughed amusement dancing in her grey eyes.
"Okay Sir Virg...." She said taunting me. "You're so boring you know that Luke?"
She shrugged and walked away to join a group of young women playing cards.
Wanting to forget the interaction I just had I left my seat to join a group of knights and squires dressed in different colored none-combat surcoats. I am surprised to find amongst them is....
"Cousin?" I say to a young man dressed in a grey surcoat with a blue dire wolfs head for broach. The young man turned to me his steely-grey eyes flickering with annoyance for a moment which soon disappeared when he saw who stood before him.
"Cuss? Your brain ain't fried after using tempest wolf?"
I shook my head.
"No, cuss I'm not like my dear brother Eddard." I say chuckling. Sir Jon Frost smiled and pointed and the duel that everyone was currently watching.
I sighed already knowing who would be fighting.
"Sir Damon Redwood and Sir Cyrus Lionheart should stop thinking with their...." I trailed of as I looked at a wonderous sight gone was the previous sand that covered the arena in its place was an emerald battle ground complete with two hills one red and the other blue and atop those hills stood two young man.
The first young man was lithe with brown skin, brilliant red eyes and black hair with an unimpressive face however the young man still stood tall and proud.
On the other hill stood another young man with medium-length blood red hair, ivory skin and golden eyes tall and beautiful he bore a striking resemblance to King Joffrey the Just.
I gasped momentarily taken aback. Atreus and Arthur were not meant to fight each nobody was anticipating such a turn of events.
"What of Cyrus and Damon's duel?" I asked Jon. "Surely it had not ended so quickly. The two man were well matched from what I know of them."
"Aye, it was a proper bout truly a fantastic duel.....however Sir Damon wanted it more this time it seems." My cousin said stroking his chin.
"Are they tied or was this a decisive victory for Damon?"
"Tsk, according to Dav." Jon said pointing at a young man with curly silver hair dressed in a azure surcoat. "The two cousins are tied it four a piece. All this to get into Dame Carmin's breech's give me a curvy Vanir whore any day I say."
I shifted my gaze to the bout only to see that Arthur and Atreus were talking?
'I wonder what their saying to each other. I know Arthur can talk shit but I doubt that Atreus would be similar.
"Oh, I almost forgot your uncle told me to offer his greetings." I say.
"My uncle?" He asked smirking.
"Don't." I said sternly.
"Relax cuss I'm only having a jape with you. Gods knows how much Eddard will jape about this whole matter."
I sighed
'Our family is quite strange.'
First I have an absolute asshole of a father who's willing make the family's personal breeding wolf and then I have two older brothers who could give a shit about anything since they rule over fertile lands in Vanaheim my other brother only care's about drinking, fighting and riding not just horses by the way and finally there's my black-haired cousin right here who only care's about being around Arthur Lionheart and fucking the occasional whore here and now.
'What about you?' I asked myself.
Lets see a knight who loves the joust, hunting, chatting with friend, mele's and beautiful woman. Not to mention I am more honorable than most could claim. But I can also be arrogant, self righteous and petty.
'For now just focus on watching the bout.'
Right as I thought that lord Atreus and Sir Arthur started running down their individual hills and then they clashed.