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His face did not work for him, Lucian realized. Once before he was called out by the Duke and again he was called upon, however unlike last time in this way he was a party seeking him out instead of the other way around. This was a different horror from what Morr protected him from for this was his future life not ultimate death. Whatever divine protections against fear the god of death gave to Lucian seemed to waiver for he was quite drunk to say the least.
He forced himself through whatever strands of will he could pull upon to say his bit, “Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes? I…. I vowed to… Adok… but I agreed to serve you Lord.”
“You dare speak like a mongrel to my Father!” Lucian looked over to see the petious Prince rising with his hand upon the hilt of his weapon.
“Prince Gillot!” As sudden as a shot from a bow the Duke turned towards his son with an anger only a Father can feel for his children, “Be quiet!”
“Father, he-”
<span class="mu-s">“Stay your hand.”</span> The nobleman seemingly slammed his son with words, “If you speak one more time Gillot you shall be disinherited! We will talk about this conduct later.”
Terror was plain to see upon the face of Prince Gillot upon the declaration of the Duke. Enough that through his pale freight not a single word was further uttered by him.
“Lucian of Verac, take your time to speak. You will not be disciplined for whatever words you speak here.” The Duke announced as he turned his attention back to the Peasant, “I hereby swear it as the Duke of Bordeleaux, Aquitaine, and the Lady herself. All those who prove me otherwise will have made a grievance with me. ”
Lucian could feel his stomach turn in on itself as the stress of the situation was coming to him. He had to force it down, if long enough to say his piece. Whatever services Adok would be providing to Duke Moriset must have been something beyond Lucian’s understanding.
“I… I aaam party to him Lord. I do not want to ruun from my duties, no matter hoooow it seeems.” Lucian could feel his jaw slurring but her knew the words in intelligible, “I… I…”
Lucian felt the acid of his stomach rising up and quickly he forced it back down. He had to speak his piece clearly.
“I wish to fight… fiiight for my veengence and Bretonnia. I… I am no fool Lord. To accomplish this I need more than whaaat I have.”
