Post by Nicholas Miller on Sept 28, 2014 21:19:17 GMT -5
Nicholas was furious. In his small room, which was more like a monk's cell within the barracks assigned to the Royal Guard detachment, he was pacing back and forth. On the narrow bed, he had the few jerkins he had that bore the badge of the Royal Guard, neatly folded. The archer's day had been a disaster and now, he was waiting to hear of its results.
His assignment to Princess Antoinette had been so short-lived it was likely to go down in the annals of the Royal Guard as the fastest a bodyguard had ever been relived of his duties and it was bound to be a source of much jest and derision from his better-born brothers in arms. Particularly those who saw him as a blight on their elite unit and wanted nothing more than to see him humiliated and broken.
And what had been foreboding had been the orders to confine himself to his quarters once he had been dismissed. Sir Salvatore had been supportive after the princess had lashed out at him, but the Deliambre knight had sent Nick back to his quarters and to wait there for the time being. Was his mentor going to intercede in his behalf? Was he trying to repair some of the damage? Was he going to recommend his immediate return to the ranks of the army, or worse chase him altogether from Royal service?
To say the archer was as worried as he was terrified and angry would be an understatement. He had received his orders, followed them and when chastised for it, he had done his duty to the best of his judgement and abilities. What had been his failure? What fault was to be attributed to him? Save being born a peasant, that is?
Tristan Deschênes
Salvatore Deliambre and @bastiencorteo if so desired at some point
His assignment to Princess Antoinette had been so short-lived it was likely to go down in the annals of the Royal Guard as the fastest a bodyguard had ever been relived of his duties and it was bound to be a source of much jest and derision from his better-born brothers in arms. Particularly those who saw him as a blight on their elite unit and wanted nothing more than to see him humiliated and broken.
And what had been foreboding had been the orders to confine himself to his quarters once he had been dismissed. Sir Salvatore had been supportive after the princess had lashed out at him, but the Deliambre knight had sent Nick back to his quarters and to wait there for the time being. Was his mentor going to intercede in his behalf? Was he trying to repair some of the damage? Was he going to recommend his immediate return to the ranks of the army, or worse chase him altogether from Royal service?
To say the archer was as worried as he was terrified and angry would be an understatement. He had received his orders, followed them and when chastised for it, he had done his duty to the best of his judgement and abilities. What had been his failure? What fault was to be attributed to him? Save being born a peasant, that is?
Tristan Deschênes
Salvatore Deliambre and @bastiencorteo if so desired at some point