676-01-16 - The Prince and the Bastard

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The Prince and the Bastard
Summary: Jerrick was practicing sword play with his tutors and Moshe happen to come by and see him doing so. From that point on, conversation ensued and things came out into the open.
Who: Jerrick Onimus and Moshe Machuri
References: re:Madalyn Onimus
When: Jan 16, 676
Related Logs: none
Date of RP: Jan 16, 2015
Where: Place of Arms - Castle of the White Dove, The Isles
Room Desc: This is a large room with only two small window which look out upon the courtyard of the castle allowing the guards within to get a glimpse of those that come and out of the castle itself. Overall, without the windows, the room would be dark, for only a few candles are found here.

Within the room, there is a long, wide table set in the middle, often covered with a variety of things from helms, armor, or weapons to even plates of food and cups of drink. The benches are either pushed under it, or drawn out to be sat on. Weapons lean against the walls, or fill weapon racks, from pikes, swords, to shields. If a guard or man-at-arm does not have the proper equipment, extras can be taken from this room. At the best of times, the room can be a little untidy.


Jerrick is in the middle of the practice floor with a wooden sword in his hand, that at this moment he's using to block the sword of one of his men. He brings it up making an upwards jabbing motion to deflect the other man's blade. "Good my Prince." The man says, seems someone is practicing their defence and doing rather well at it. The dark hair prince gives a nod, his face a mask of concentration and focus.

Moshe had on occasion come on by to check on how they practiced, at least watch and then maybe practice himself. He has but only practiced with a few in his life, experts in blades and defence but no one really knows of them, as they are but common stock in this kingdom. Today was a day he wanted to see how they are doing, compare his skills on what he see's and perhaps improve on them. He knows he is by far not the best but he tends to work on things until he is decent, all to protect his Duchess and the Kingdom, nothing else is important to him. At seeing the Prince he watches the man, seeing if the royal way is better, perhaps it is, the fine tutoring he must get.

Jerrick senses someone else in the room, but he makes no moves to acknowledge the bastard knight, he keeps on with his defensive dance. Stepping back or stepping forwards which ever way he feels will help him block the onslaught of hits which the master of arms seems to rain down on him. Only a few make it past the prince, he's style graceful his feet making an intricate dance on the stones flours. "Good My Prince good. You'll be as good as your brother one day." The master praises. "I shall need to be better if I am to get my bride's brother the prizes he seeks." He is panting a little, his words slow but quiet, always so quiet if the Queen's favourite Son.

Moshe continues to watch, sure he may be intruding but no real guards stopped him from entering. Still he stands and watches, always at attention this man, even when he relaxes he is alert, or at least tries to be. At the praise of the tutors Moshe nods as well. He does agree that the Prince is good, though he may also agree he may need more practice and yes, to be better. At the mention of certain brother, he knows what is happening and listens, well ignores the conversation all together now, he need not know and so it shall be so.

Jerrick finally places down his sword once the tutor as called the session to an end. A page brings over a towel for Jerrick to mop his face and brow its only then he sees Moshe. "Can I help you with something, Sir Moshe...Do you have another message for the council you aren't allowed to show me?"

After finally been acknowledged Moshe bows his head in respect of the mans status and then looks to the man standing straight up as per usual. " Oh no my Prince, I do not have such a message on me, if I did I would not be here." There is that curiosity on Moshe, that is obvious to most, he can't hide it unless he is frowning, he is not at the moment, simply almost blanked faced. " I have heard that you may be leaving the Isles for a time. I wish your task finished quickly and your safe return my Prince." he says respectfully. There is no malice in his words, just respect to his better.

Jerrick bows his head back at the man, his towel handed off with a quiet thank you. "That is very thoughtful of you Sir Moshe." He says. "I hope my task does not take me so long away from my intended." He places away the practice blade and takes up his own which he fastens around his waist by the belt.

Moshe nods again to the Prince. " I have outmost respect for you my Prince. Wishing well is not part of my duty but real concern. Since if you happen to fall, who will protect the Princess properly?" then he takes in a deep breath . " So in lithe of that I put my blade to your service, if you require another blade on this journey of yours that is, would rather see the Prince that cares for his sister return whole."

Jerrick gives the man a long look. "You care much for my sister?" He asks, having heard rumours and hearsay about the twos affection for one another. "But I shall keep your offer in mind, you might be needed to watch over my sister while myself and Zephen are gone."

Moshe looks to the man and Moshe is surprised at his words. " Your sister is to be our Queen Prince. Those that do not care for your sister should be punished and made to show their mistake in that view." he looks straight to the Princes eyes then. " My Prince, I have known your sister for a bit of time now. I do not know what it is but I would follow her and protect her with my life and not because she is to be our next Queen or because she is Princess. There is something pure, innocent about her and that wish no one to take." he pauses and still keeps a look to the Prince. " I wish not for others to steer her in the wrong direction, she needs to be cared for and perhaps shown that she needs to make decisions that she wishes to make, specially once she becomes Queen. I am not one to do so but I will protect her with my life if need be my Prince." then he steps back. " Sorry Prince, I have spoken to much." he bows his head in respect then.

Jerrick nods his head. "Calm yourself man, you don't need to preach to me, I just wanted to know your intentions towards her. I have heard things and wanted to set things straight with you. You can and won't be able to marry her, she is so far above you she might as well be the stars themselves. But with Nathan gone she needs a new Lord Protector, perhaps you can slip into that role?"

Moshe looks at the Prince and once again Moshe is taken back, obviously the words seem to hit Moshe straight in the chest. " My Prince, I have never had intentions of thinking of marrying your sister." he shakes his head, wondering if that what makes others upset with him as of late, they think him seeking the thrown?" My Prince, I do not know what others are saying and do not know what is happening but my blood is tainted, I know I may not marry ever, I know my blood will bring any children of me down to .." he stops and shakes his head. " My life is not my own, it is why I became a Knight. My life is Duchess Lisabette's, I am but a servant to her and the Kingdom." at the mention of him being the Princess Lord Protector. He kneels to one knee and looks down, his one hand on his chest. " I will protect the Princess with my life, I would take the role but alas my Prince, I am Duchess Lisabette's Knight, she would have to be spoken too and convinced, though I will do as the Royals command."

Jerrick nods his head slowly. "I shall see what the council says also. Raise Sir Knight I hope perhaps that we might practice together and talk some more." He says.