>>6002466The answer to that question was to join them. You know the basics of combat, Metzen trained you alongside Milo from a young age for self defense. Your father knew you wouldn’t be able to pass up the opportunity to see Milo again, and for Milo to be indebted to you.
You suppose it’s time to test that “unspoken connection” once and for all.
“Good morning, Lady Maile.” A voice greets, lifting the tent flap. You recognize the regal armor and tired eyes of Rishard Lambert, a knight of the Kingsguard and the escort to Elmycion that father was able to secure for you.
He’s holding a plate of eggs and silverware, and you take them. They’re burnt, by the smell of things, but that’s not any matter to you as you dig in. Whoever cooked these is a much better chef than Sir Lambert.
He sits beside you, though a considerable distance away, his eyes are scanning the outside as knights and staff shuffle to and from the mess tent. You read his expression well enough as he sees the state of their arms and armor: worn from long travel, and certainly seeing better days. He’s clearly not impressed. “Did you sleep well?”
>”I did, yes. Thank you for taking the night watch, as always, Sir Lambert.” You can’t complain having such a competent companion for the trip here.>”You know, you’ve already fulfilled your duty. Shouldn’t you be readying to return to the Capitol?” You like this situation as much as he does, but you respect the Storks. 