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Lucian moved the books over and dabbed his quill in the ink. His hand however did not touch the parchment that the coming letter would be made from. Instead the Knight reached over and examined one of the bottles.
The color was a red, though far lighter than the grape red that many around Bretonnia would have been used to. However such a shade was perfect when looking at a Raspberry Wine. There was nothing else it could have been in the eyes of Lucian as he picked up the drink and poured himself a small glass.
Drinking alone was something that Lucian did not do commonly. For the last several months he had either drinked with Remon or Adok, on the occasion he did so with Emelina. The first two were hard at work, Remon to his realm and Adok putting the runes upon the new set of armor that he was making for Lucian.
Emelina was not here because she was just betrothed to another man and was spending time with him. It stung a little, Lucian thought honestly, but realized that their relationship was an attempt by Remon’s brother to marry off his only daughter to someone he knew would respect her. Lucian had failed to fall for her, yet the two had sparked a friendship that the Peasant Knight would not have dreamed of two years ago.
At his side was a letter to her. Lucian understood that it was not wise to be sending letters to a woman who was to be wedded to another, yet none could stop him. In addition to that Lucian’s writings were such that her Husband would understand their relationship quickly upon investigation.
Right now the practice was one that helped him write better, smoother, and with true artistry that he lacked from two decades of ignorance. Once he leaves it will have another purpose, to tell those from beyond what adventures he was going to have.
Looking back upon the letter that Lucian had received from the Prince, it was something he considered even for him. Lucian wondered after this previous year’s worth of writing if the Prince really had the same fire within his stomach as before to kill Lucian or that he truly was complacent.
Sipping the wine, he could not really say. Mocked on one hand and rewarded on the other. Truly the boy had within his veins the becoming of a great and righteous duke if he stopped this petulance. As one of the books put it, Lucian read, the boy was clouded by trying to do great things instead of recognizing the great many things he could do in the now.
>Agree to this duel
>Ride off without notice
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
