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>You refrained from Elaena’s barbs, whether out of respect or ambition his Ire was not something to court and she could be cruel at times, blood was a currency hard spent and you knew its value. [Gain the taciturn trait]
You sister could be cruel at times and such insults inflamed your brother’s anger to no end and were the petty tools of your half-siblings used to tear down your families rightful claim, blood was only worth so much in your house and the wrath of your house’s heir was not a thing worth the small satisfaction it might have given on the occasions you fought. Within and without your house had many enemies to fight and as you grew older this was only more evident, petty tantrums and arguments fostered resentment and your fathers favoritism only fostered grasping arrogance in his favored sons, displays of aptitude and prowess were subtle threats of claim to your right as heirs, you all saw it, even Elaena who was once thick as thieves with your half-sisters confided in the petty insults and rumors passed in sewing circles and garden gossip that flowed freely from their pretense. It alarmed you greatly that such things went unchecked, even in your minority such a thing disturbed and vexed you though not as much as your brother who grew outwardly violent at such things as you grew older.
>You dreamed of being a great knight, hardly the most inspired of dreams for a young boy but one you dedicated yourself to, after all you were born for these times and the master of Arms ser Duncan saw it. [Gain combat trait skilled:+5DC]
As a young boy you had dreamed of being a great knight once enamored by talls of ser Duncan the tall, bold ser Barristan, the young wolf and Jamie Goldhand and a hundred other tales of the past. You had worked hard from a young age to match them, first out of starry eyed admiration and later out of a need to protect oneself and prove your claim, you weren’t the strongest or the fastest blade but few could match you for skill alone in the yard, it was as if you were born for these times, a thing Ser Duncan the embittered master of arms saw keenly in his one eye, you soon found yourself his squire and though he was a harsh man you came to understand his reasons, graveyards were full of middling swordsmen and born skill and physical ability could only do so much in the heat of battle, intense training and dedication were needed as much as talent, you were dilligent and it payed off, soon the time came, he thought you were ready and you thought to prove yourself.
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