Post by Rafael Sandoval on Jul 16, 2016 22:23:23 GMT -5
It was not the first time Rafael Sandoval missed the harvest festival in Talencia. He was accustomed to such things, being the next best thing to the Lord Marshal of Nacimiento, if without the official title. He had missed it being out campaigning, or providing a presence in a different part of the Duchy where it was felt a Sandoval should make an appearance, yet was judged too unimportant to dispatch one of the Twins.
But it was the first time he would spend it in what could arguably be considered enemy territory. Because there was nothing else he could consider the seat of the Deveraux usurpers. But unlike the fringe territories along the Desmiran and Rohari borders, unlike the enclaves of lordlings and encroaching brigands, those were not foes he could deal with as he could do best, with steel and men and horses. This was an entirely different battlefield.
And on this day, he was fighting an altogether different kind of battle. He would be spending time, for the first time since that disastrous day in the religious district, with Caterina Montefiore. So far, he had liked her well enough and she certainly was easy on the eyes. But he hardly knew her. Kattalin Ibarra, he had plenty of time to speak to her and they'd developed a solid bond, one that would have served them well had the marriage negotiations gone through. Now, he had to try and see i the same could be forged with this lady of Montefiore.
And so, it was at the entrance to the festival that he awaited her arrival.
Waiting for a lady - or at least a woman - was something he was quite accustomed to. But why were there stooping hawks in his stomach?
Caterina Montefiore
But it was the first time he would spend it in what could arguably be considered enemy territory. Because there was nothing else he could consider the seat of the Deveraux usurpers. But unlike the fringe territories along the Desmiran and Rohari borders, unlike the enclaves of lordlings and encroaching brigands, those were not foes he could deal with as he could do best, with steel and men and horses. This was an entirely different battlefield.
And on this day, he was fighting an altogether different kind of battle. He would be spending time, for the first time since that disastrous day in the religious district, with Caterina Montefiore. So far, he had liked her well enough and she certainly was easy on the eyes. But he hardly knew her. Kattalin Ibarra, he had plenty of time to speak to her and they'd developed a solid bond, one that would have served them well had the marriage negotiations gone through. Now, he had to try and see i the same could be forged with this lady of Montefiore.
And so, it was at the entrance to the festival that he awaited her arrival.
Waiting for a lady - or at least a woman - was something he was quite accustomed to. But why were there stooping hawks in his stomach?
Caterina Montefiore