The King's Command

A small company of a dozen well-armed soldiers ride behind you in two rows of six. You ride in the lead with Garrick to your right and Caitlyn to your left. You do your best, unsuccessfully, to ignore the way she gracefully rides. Her blonde hair flows behind her as if soft waves rippling on the shore. The morning chill makes the journey’s start less enjoyable. Even more so when you imagine the warmth of Natalie in your bed. The soldiers ride stoic and alert, not telling jokes or sharing stories. Talking is kept at a minimum to limit distraction from potential threats.

The soldiers, donned with light leather armor, carry a variety of weapons between them. Each has a melee and ranged weapon. Some have bows strung over their shoulder with small bucklers on their back. Others carry throwing spears to compliment their battle axes. Though deadly, you were confident your combat skills surpassed theirs. Your father ensured you started training from the moment you could walk. There isn't much you remember of your childhood beyond the endless hours training with the weapon masters. They made sure you mastered every weapon, to always be deadly and effective no matter the circumstance. Complimentary to the physical training, your father brought in sages to teach history and battle tactics to train the mind as well as the body.

You have a long journey ahead of you. It might be beneficial to get to know Garrick and Caitlyn before arriving at the western border, although you always have the choice to ride in silence.
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