a knight is sworn to valor. his heart knows only virtue.
his blade defends the helpless. his might upholds the weak

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once a knight; always a knight.

the-king-of-the-wind:

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Like saying the words again, he felt as he did a cadet, what felt ages ago. It had only been a year. A dream he’d tucked under his heart for so long. How many times had he said he would become the greatest knight? But that path had diverged, and Asbel couldn’t go back. To go back would be to fight against all he’d sought to protect, Richard, in his hour of darkness, Sophie with her ailing memories. 

The way of the knight…is to serve the country first, and not the King. I could have never been able to graduate knowing a tyrant was sitting there. I could never yield to Richard when he sat on the throne acting like the very same thing. I know he wouldn’t have wanted me to, back then. 

Words cut through his reverie, the almost nostalgic, nearly longing cast to his eyes, as he fingered the words with a reverence near close to worship. The path of knighthood…he still felt it was a path that was unprecedented. 

Sometimes? He wished for that day. Where a blade would touch his head with it’s steel tip and proclaim him as a true knight, someone who ruled and served rulers. To hear himself called ‘Sir Asbel’ like all the other graduates — his classmates. 

When he watched them participate in mock battles against one another, his smile would turn distant, fond and that longing would return.

It was a selfish dream. The path he walked now was honorable, and during those years he had sought long and hard to become an honorable man. A good Father. A loving fiancee, a devoted friend and protector. 

But that moment…he had longed for more than half his life, was now closed to him. 

Now go and remember your oath.." He finished, eyes flitting to the side where Excalibur rested against the back of the tree. 

Drifting out of his thoughts again, a moment longer than he should have, he looked up to find his best friend and King standing with his usual smile. 

Oh, you know, I thought it’d be kind of weird if I read it in the manor. Make Mom think I’d be running off again. So I figured I’d just, go ..here and read.” He didn’t know how to answer Richard’s comments, they were too kind for him, and he just smiled in thanks without saying much else.

No, I’ve had it a lot longer. Ever since I was a kid. I’d…” He trailed off, once more getting lost in the worn papers, the taped spine, his voice fond, wistful.

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I’d go to bed and I’d read these oaths. These are the easiest to remember but there are more.” He turned a page, voice fond.

I will develop my life for the great good. I will place character above riches, and concern for others above personal health, I will never boast, but cherish humility instead. I will speak the truth at all times, and forever keep my word. I will defend those who cannot defend themselves, I will honor and respect women, and refute sexism in all it’s guises. I will uphold justice by being fair to all, I will be faithful in love and loyal in friendship.  I will abhor scandals and gossip-neither partake or delight in them.  I will be generous to the unfortunate and to those who need help, I will forgive when asked, that my own mistakes will be forgiven. I will live my life with courtesy and honor from this day forward.”

Richard knew little of Asbel’s time at the Academy. It seemed so foolish now, but whether it fear or shame or some mixture thereof, Richard had been unable to bring himself to face his best friend in those years, had only watched on from a distant window as his best friend strove for knighthood. He had entertained such selfish thoughts then, that perhaps Asbel doing this for him. So that one day his best friend might be a knight in the castle, a steadfast hand at the prince’s side. Truly Richard had no idea.

Yet Asbel, for all that life had taken him on an unexpected route, had served, had become the greatest of Windor’s, of Richard’s knights. Had offered his sword, his life and never once renounced that oath, no matter what Richard may have convinced himself. The king could see that now, could see that serving him, no- that protecting him, for in his mind never once was Asbel below him, did not serve him… no, Asbel supported him, protected him… even if that meant stopping him.

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Seeing him here, listening to him recite the very words cadets had only days earlier, Richard was not ignorant of all that Asbel had sacrificed. He had worked tirelessly for so many years, had strove towards a dream he’d carried since he was a child… only to have it fall to pieces, to give it up in order to perform a knight’s very duty, and never once spoken a word of regret.

“Do you regret it?” Richard asked, noticing the flicker of nostalgia, of longing in his eyes as the words were spoken. “Not finishing your time at the Academy? Not earning that title after all your hard work?”

To Richard he needed no title, no ceremony to make him a knight. He was already most trusted to the king, most loyal, the one upon whom Richard relied, turned to when in need… yet he knew that not the same. He knew the importance of one’s dream, knew how painful it was to feel it just beyond your grasp. Through everything… Asbel had abandoned his dream, so that Richard might have his in return. More than anything… Richard wanted to return that favour to him.

It not the first time that the thought crossed the monarch’s mind, that Richard had grown excited only to find Dalen had bestowed an honorary title upon his best friend already. It had struck him unusually hard for something seemingly trivial. It had been the one thing he felt he could give his best friend… and another had done it in his stead.

Was there really nothing…? Nothing he could offer to his closest friend, nothing to offer Asbel even a portion of everything he had offered Richard in turn?  A smile slowly crept wider across Richard’s lips. Perhaps…. Perhaps that was not entirely true. Perhaps there was reason more than a whim that they were both here this day. Here in the place where everything had started, where they had made their very first oath to each other, to be friends always.

“It sounds to me as if you know these oaths very well,” Richard commented, his voice still soft and gentle. “That even though you chose a different path, you still walk that of a knight, still hold in your heart these promises. I have met many knights, but few live them as truly as you do.”

Richard’s eyes rose, gaze losing itself in the sunlit branches a moment, a thoughtful pause for a decision that Richard realized he had made the moment Asbel took him by the hand. There would never be another; no one more worthy than he. So with a soft breath and a warm smile he regards his friend once more.

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“Have you ever considered… accepting such a title for yourself?” 

"Do I what?"

It was a strange question, and Asbel looked up at full attention, the young hero canting his head to one side, before a smile spread as easily as always.

"Of course I don’t. I told you before, if I’d have graduated I may have ended up fighting you. The people from before..they weren’t real knights, Richard. How could I ever support someone or serve someone who had hurt so many people, you most of all? There’s nothing honorable about that. Because I left it behind..I was able to see you again, I was able to make my Mother happy by coming home at last. I put my Dad’s soul to rest I think, taking up the lordship in Lhant. And most of all, I wouldn’t be able to have helped you with everyone else if I had stayed on that path.”

His hands rested on the books front. 

"I couldn’t regret things like that. Seeing you on the throne and doing your best is more than I could ask for — there’s nothing I can regret about the path it took us to get you there. We became stronger in our desire to save you. I know I did. "

He did sometimes wonder what ‘Sir Asbel’ would sound like. But his place was in Lhant. He couldn’t go to the capital like the knights that patrolled there. His station was here. 

( But this dream had been nurtured quietly in his heart all these years. Since boyhood, before even receiving a book on the many oaths and customs — he’d read it in a whisper-soft voice when all was quiet, Hubert asleep beside him, afraid of monsters he’d sworn to protect him from.)

I learned a lot at the Academy, but I also didn’t learn at the same time. I believed being a Knight was the ultimate form of being strong to protect the things you loved. But I learned along the way that this isn’t true. No matter who you are, you have that power to do it, no matter where you come from, or what you do. But ..I guess I think about it now and then. It’s more than half my life that I expected to become a Knight. It’s..a little strange. “

There’s a blink as Richard stares up at the trees, wondering what he’s thinking, the wind lightly rustling shaggy red curls. It was a beautiful sun today. He could say now with no resentment of his Father or the conditions of Hubert that this was still a beautiful place — and a loved place. 

Have you ever considered a title for yourself? 

His mind ground to a halt. The eighteen year old looked up at him, eyes wide, almost in a stricken stupor at the query. Here was his other dream, standing right in front of him. That dream to become a true knight with a real title, knighted by his best friend — the only King he’d dreamed of serving. A King he had wondered would become worthy but had proven himself to be just and noble, kind and selfless. He’d become the King that Asbel had believed in since childhood — that he could be born. 

…Have I….what…..?”

The wind creates a silence, leaving a stunned face, as if the prospect of asking for something much less his own first dream in front of him — was almost more than his heart could bear. It was once again so close. That selfish dream that had entirely selfless reasons. 

I..but Dalen gave me a title. I can’t —- have one…right? I’m a Lord — I can’t be a Knight too…can I? Are…are you saying you would….knight me, Richard? Is that even..is that even possible?” 

Asbel is now going to be an official knight. Richard is going to knight him. I’m assuming his task will be naturally, protecting the borders of Lhant, as he is still very much a Lord. 

My baby has had this dream all his life, and it’s finally going to come true — and he gave up on it because back then becoming a Knight with Cedric as King wasn’t his dream, it was serving Richard when he became King that he dreamed of. 

Asbel gives his life to all his family, but like the knight he is yet to be titled for, Asbel and Richard also share the deep bond of a Knight and a King. So there’s deep reverence for each other on all sides.

once a knight; always a knight.

the-king-of-the-wind:

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"Oh, I guess I must have left one my old books here."
Asbel wasn’t the type to necessarily read much of anything.

His reading prospects ran very thin granted his status as Lord. The pages were frayed, drawn even in circles around paragraphs as a sign of how seriously the person in possession of it took it’s value. Without a second thought, he went to the most precious place he knew, a hill resplendent with flowers and lush greenery. Where the wind always blew favorably even in the midst of life’s storms.

The eldest Lhant had some free time on his hands, and the nostalgia was hitting him full-force. He figured he might as well pick up the pages of his entire childhood, all in this book. Everything he had wanted to be…Shaking his red hair, a rueful smile splayed across his lips.

Be back in a bit.” He called to an empty hallway, the rusted old book in his hand, until he reached that sacred place, where the single tree stood carved in a sort of magic that no foundation could break, where flowers always bloomed..yes, this place most precious to him.

Seating himself down against the tree, he flipped open the book. He’d folded so many pages back then he couldn’t help but laugh quietly, circled paragraphs and dog-eaten papers. He stopped abruptly at one page, one he had folded over repeatedly. How many times before he went to bed had he recited this?

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His voice was quiet, as if repeating some sort of regimen, but his words were heartfelt as Asbel spoke them. 

A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue…his blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth, his wrath undoes the wicked..” 

Each time he visited Lhant upon a whim, Richard told himself that next time he would send proper word. He could already imagine his best friend’s reaction to such an idea, would be reminded that Lhant his home as much as it was any of those who lived there and if the king were entirely truthful, it was perhaps the only place that he could truly call such a thing.

Home.

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He’d never held fond thoughts of family, knew only castle halls that may as well have been empty. He would much sooner entertain thoughts of friends than the family that either had not the time for him or that would sooner see him dead. He realized it now, however, that perhaps the reason for his distaste… was that he’d never truly had a family; only relatives, relations. Had a place he lived; never a home. Not until recently.. not until Asbel, until his friends had given him one. Even now… at each opportunity he found himself wandering back here.

However, such journeys were often taken spur of the moment and on a whim, and Richard worried he imposing.  This time he had simply been overcome by the desire, no, the need to visit his best friend, found himself struck with such longing that work left unfinished sat on his desk and Lhant’s winds tussled blond strands of hair.

It had been the graduation ceremony for this year’s cadets at the Academy and as monarch Richard had been in attendance. While he spoke words from his mouth, offered congratulations to those who would join him in protecting Windor,  his mind was elsewhere, was on the person who held this title before all others. Upon his knight. Perhaps all the knights in Windor technically answered to the king, however, there was one man alone to whom he would bestow that title… one who had never truly graduated from the Academy, yet who had become the finest and most loyal of them all.

Yet he was nowhere to be found, and upon reaching the manor, Richard was told only that he was ‘out’. Taking a guess at where his best friend might be, the monarch’s feet made their way up a familiar hill, his heart warming with each step, with the sound of each wave that broke upon the cliffs, the scent of flowers mixed with salt air and sound of wind through the leaves of a tree already clear in his mind’s eye.

Yet more than anything he heard a sound more dear to him than any other, words spoken softly, in the same voice that had broken through every darkness to reach for his hand, to reach for his heart and pull him back into a world where the smile upon his face felt sincerely, the warmth in his chest blossomed without the fear and loneliness that once clung so readily. It was that same heartfelt voice that had saved him, in every way he could fathom.

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“A knight’s oath,” Richard’s voice spoke softly. He had heard it many times yet there were none who spoke it with the dedication, the heart that Asbel did. Yet in his eyes were there any that had shown what his best friend had? Asbel whose loyalty had never faltered, whose dedication to Richard, to serving him even when that meant fighting him… who had put his life and everything he held dear on the line to save him. Could anyone ask for a better knight? A better friend? A better family?

Richard knew well the answer to that.
No other… held that title in his mind. No other… was his knight.

“I can think of few who suit it better than you, who live a life worthy of those words, even among the knights.” The blond canted his head slightly to the side, smile never once flickering, only growing warmer with each passing second. “What brings you up here?” Golden eyes flicker down at the book he holds before finding Asbel’s gaze once again. “Was that yours when you were at the Academy?”  

Like saying the words again, he felt as he did a cadet, what felt ages ago. It had only been a year. A dream he’d tucked under his heart for so long. How many times had he said he would become the greatest knight? But that path had diverged, and Asbel couldn’t go back. To go back would be to fight against all he’d sought to protect, Richard, in his hour of darkness, Sophie with her ailing memories. 

The way of the knight…is to serve the country first, and not the King. I could have never been able to graduate knowing a tyrant was sitting there. I could never yield to Richard when he sat on the throne acting like the very same thing. I know he wouldn’t have wanted me to, back then. 

Words cut through his reverie, the almost nostalgic, nearly longing cast to his eyes, as he fingered the words with a reverence near close to worship. The path of knighthood…he still felt it was a path that was unprecedented. 

Sometimes? He wished for that day. Where a blade would touch his head with it’s steel tip and proclaim him as a true knight, someone who ruled and served rulers. To hear himself called ‘Sir Asbel’ like all the other graduates — his classmates. 

When he watched them participate in mock battles against one another, his smile would turn distant, fond and that longing would return.

It was a selfish dream. The path he walked now was honorable, and during those years he had sought long and hard to become an honorable man. A good Father. A loving fiancee, a devoted friend and protector. 

But that moment…he had longed for more than half his life, was now closed to him. 

Now go and remember your oath.." He finished, eyes flitting to the side where Excalibur rested against the back of the tree. 

Drifting out of his thoughts again, a moment longer than he should have, he looked up to find his best friend and King standing with his usual smile. 

Oh, you know, I thought it’d be kind of weird if I read it in the manor. Make Mom think I’d be running off again. So I figured I’d just, go ..here and read.” He didn’t know how to answer Richard’s comments, they were too kind for him, and he just smiled in thanks without saying much else.

No, I’ve had it a lot longer. Ever since I was a kid. I’d…” He trailed off, once more getting lost in the worn papers, the taped spine, his voice fond, wistful.

I’d go to bed and I’d read these oaths. These are the easiest to remember but there are more.” He turned a page, voice fond.

I will develop my life for the great good. I will place character above riches, and concern for others above personal health, I will never boast, but cherish humility instead. I will speak the truth at all times, and forever keep my word. I will defend those who cannot defend themselves, I will honor and respect women, and refute sexism in all it’s guises. I will uphold justice by being fair to all, I will be faithful in love and loyal in friendship.  I will abhor scandals and gossip-neither partake or delight in them.  I will be generous to the unfortunate and to those who need help, I will forgive when asked, that my own mistakes will be forgiven. I will live my life with courtesy and honor from this day forward.”

once a knight; always a knight.

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"Oh, I guess I must have left one my old books here."
Asbel wasn’t the type to necessarily read much of anything.

His reading prospects ran very thin granted his status as Lord. The pages were frayed, drawn even in circles around paragraphs as a sign of how seriously the person in possession of it took it’s value. Without a second thought, he went to the most precious place he knew, a hill resplendent with flowers and lush greenery. Where the wind always blew favorably even in the midst of life’s storms.

The eldest Lhant had some free time on his hands, and the nostalgia was hitting him full-force. He figured he might as well pick up the pages of his entire childhood, all in this book. Everything he had wanted to be…Shaking his red hair, a rueful smile splayed across his lips.

Be back in a bit.” He called to an empty hallway, the rusted old book in his hand, until he reached that sacred place, where the single tree stood carved in a sort of magic that no foundation could break, where flowers always bloomed..yes, this place most precious to him.

Seating himself down against the tree, he flipped open the book. He’d folded so many pages back then he couldn’t help but laugh quietly, circled paragraphs and dog-eaten papers. He stopped abruptly at one page, one he had folded over repeatedly. How many times before he went to bed had he recited this?

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His voice was quiet, as if repeating some sort of regimen, but his words were heartfelt as Asbel spoke them. 

A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue…his blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth, his wrath undoes the wicked..” 

Sure did make Richard’s family tag:
My brother, My Captain, My King.

「TOGイラスト詰め」 / 「まっ茶グミ」

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"I didn’t think there was someone more shy than Richard. Guess I was wrong." He watches the festivities of those embracing one another, with the usual gentle eye, voice warm and approving. Hugs aren’t a bad thing to have, after all. 

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"Oh, does it come across as shy? being unaccustomed to hugs, I mean." It was a legitimate question, delivered in a curious tone. He certainly did not consider himself as such, but there was no denying he could be reserved. It was simply what was expected of him as king.

"Maybe not shy but unused to, and a little sad, if I think about it. Showing affection to someone else is important, you know?" The eighteen year old spoke wisely, voice carrying an uncanny maturity. 
"But it’s not weird or anything! It’s people who have never known a hug to deserve it even more." A hand went to the back of his head.

"My friend Richard, is like that. He’s the King of my country and he hasn’t had the happiest life. But even the littlest bit of affection from us, his friends, really makes him light up, you know? Do you feel that way about it too? It seems like you have some friends that really care about you."

"I didn’t think there was someone more shy than Richard. Guess I was wrong." He watches the festivities of those embracing one another, with the usual gentle eye, voice warm and approving. Hugs aren’t a bad thing to have, after all. 

the oath;

A knight is sworn to valor.
His heart knows only virtue.
His blade defends the helpless.
His might upholds the weak.
His word speaks only truth.
His wrath undoes the wicked.

No one is above the code
Not even the King. 
Especially the King. “

the-king-of-the-wind:

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"Where would you put it? In the castle?" But Richard seemed so happy…he couldn’t turn that down.

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"I think I would display mine in the castle, yes. Though if I did such a thing I would never make just one. Where would you place yours?"

"Wherever anyone would..like it? I don’t need a figurine, Richard. But if it makes Sophie or anyone else happy then I’ll leave it to them for where to put it…"

ephineasflower:

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"Please don’t hang it where everyone can see it."

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"Is it okay if I put it on my nightstand, then?"

"Um — yeah, of course. But — Sophie I really think it should be you instead of me. "

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"I..I’m not sure about that. I’d be happier if it was all of us. I’m sure  it will happen someday! Thanks Richard — it feels really weird, this whole thing does but if it makes you and everyone else happy then I’ll call it a good thing."

"It would. Perhaps I should inquire with a sculptor about commissioning such a piece with everyone in it. Like a painting only in three dimensions. What do you think?" Richard smiled wider.

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"Yes, it makes me very happy!" After all, not matter how Asbel tried to dismiss it, there were none in his mind more worthy of recognition than his best friend. 

"Where would you put it? In the castle?" But Richard seemed so happy…he couldn’t turn that down.

 thedarkestdragoon:
  "*just kinda slips :X into your askbox*"


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Can’t say I really know this person that well. But I know that she makes the Captain happy, and that’s all that matters to me. After all he’s lost, he deserves to be happy.

HW