Seizing Opportunity
Oct 28, 2013 18:15:32 GMT -5
Post by Lord Dominic Halton on Oct 28, 2013 18:15:32 GMT -5
The decision was made to travel to Triadon, despite his initial misgivings and the dubious expressions of his siblings. His mother, however, proved a quiet support in the matter, reassuring him they would be fine. If Lord de Winter had need of his vassal, then he should go. Patrols would continue, Ben could handle the day-to-day matters of Birchspire, and she and his sisters would keep the home-fires burning. It was time he accepted the other side of being Baron - the Courtly side.
Never one to rely on servants when he could do for himself, Dominic stood in his rooms - the ones that had once belonged to his father but now were his by right of inheritance - and scowled down at the trunk. He knew he needed to fill it with the finer linen and velvet doublets his womenfolk were good enough to sew (and he seldom wore), yet his hands itched for the coarse linen tunic and the chain mail he typically wore when drilling the men and riding the lands. Dom was a working man, not some namby-pamby nobleman to prance around the court. Realizing how much his thoughts sounded like his father's, he chuckled to himself and began to pack.
Triadon... it had been years since he'd last set foot in the Royal Court. The place made the space between his shoulders itch, it was so full of backstabbing, gossip and ne'erdowells, but it didn't change the fact that it was time a Halton took a place there. Resigned to the fact, Dom could only hope he didn't make a fool of himself. It would be a good opportunity, if he chose to look at it that way, or so he reminded himself. His siblings needed spouses (as did himself, but that wasn't the point), their lands could use another detachment of guards, and the list went on.
Dammit, it was an opportunity. A good one. And it was time to get on with it.
Never one to rely on servants when he could do for himself, Dominic stood in his rooms - the ones that had once belonged to his father but now were his by right of inheritance - and scowled down at the trunk. He knew he needed to fill it with the finer linen and velvet doublets his womenfolk were good enough to sew (and he seldom wore), yet his hands itched for the coarse linen tunic and the chain mail he typically wore when drilling the men and riding the lands. Dom was a working man, not some namby-pamby nobleman to prance around the court. Realizing how much his thoughts sounded like his father's, he chuckled to himself and began to pack.
Triadon... it had been years since he'd last set foot in the Royal Court. The place made the space between his shoulders itch, it was so full of backstabbing, gossip and ne'erdowells, but it didn't change the fact that it was time a Halton took a place there. Resigned to the fact, Dom could only hope he didn't make a fool of himself. It would be a good opportunity, if he chose to look at it that way, or so he reminded himself. His siblings needed spouses (as did himself, but that wasn't the point), their lands could use another detachment of guards, and the list went on.
Dammit, it was an opportunity. A good one. And it was time to get on with it.