This book is dedicated:
To the spirit of creative freedom.
To Hesti, the truest friend ever.
To Engel, Rac-rac, Rusty, Roo, Gwen, Tempest wings, Muggie, Luna, Kirsty, Limpy, Kinks, Anz, and Bunny. May our group last forever.
Lord Destrier was a powerful, wise man; organized and determined. He knew what was expected of him and was a just ruler. He kept the order and knew how to handle everything
Except his son!
Destrier was pacing up and down his study, deep in thought. What to do with his son? He had been moping lately. His son had lost is usual hearty appetite, didnt take an interest in anything and took to walking listlessly from room to room.
Destrier recalled the conversation he had had with Count Percival the day before. They had been discussing how fast their children had grown; Percivals daughter and Destriers son. They were both of a marriageable age. The match had appealed very much to Destrier. It would also extract his son from his moping and give him a purpose.
Destrier stopped pacing and turned to the door, Come in!
His son entered the room with a puzzled expression on his face, You sent for me.
Ahh, yes. Well, you know that Count Percival came over to chat with me yesterday. We, well, we talked about marriage. What do you say to a marriage between you and Percivals daughter, Sharpé? Destrier beamed excitedly.
His son gave a start and spluttered, WHAT! You want me to marry that
girl?! He stared at his father defiantly. Determination and revolt shining in his deep blue eyes.
Why not? Her father is wealthy, shes pretty, what else could you wish for? Destrier began to get angry at his son. Cant he ever do something right?
Shes a spoilt slut-
- She is rude, materialistic and unpractical. She is also uncaring and loves money more than anything else. She only puts up with me because Im not too bad-looking, he said modestly, And I just dont love her. he ended with a sigh.
LOVE! Destriers anger exploded, You still believe that rubbish! You dont marry for love. It
you just dont. He ended lamely.
Is that all, now you have my answer? Destriers son said with a bored expression, knowing that he had won his case.
So your answer is no?
Manners! Destrier sighed. This wasnt going as well as planned, but there was another matter on his mind, What do you plan to do with your life?
His son stared at him blankly, he hadnt been expecting this, Umm-
You didnt think that I would let you go through life wasting your energy on useless things like parties and socializing.
Umm, well arent I going to become the next lord after you?
Well, yes, but not until I die. So what are you planning on doing, apart from staging my death?
He smiled weakly at his fathers attempt at humour, I havent really thought about it. he said with a skeptical expression, I need time to find myself.
Tell you what. Ill let you go off and claim your fortune in the world. After two months, you will come back and start a proper career. If you havent found yourself, tough luck. If you havent found love, you will marry Sharpé.
he said hesitantly.
Fine then. Ill give you your horse, bow and arrows, your sword and provisions to take with you. Thats all. I expect you to be packed and ready in the morning. Am I clear?
Yes, father. he left the room.
Have I done the right thing? Destrier wondered.