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PoisonousIvee
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- Nov 28, 2017
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ѕσ уσυ кєєρ мє ѕнαяρ αη∂ тєѕт му ωσятн ιη вℓσσ∂
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ι ¢σмє αѕ α вℓα∂є
α ѕα¢яє∂ gυαя∂ιαη
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He had spent the majority of his life training for this. Ever since he was seven summers old, Tadgh had been learning and perfecting the ways and rules of knighthood, so he may serve his lord well and bring honor to his family. Of Irish birth, Tadgh's family was of noble blood, but not enough to truly carry any weight or power. They had sailed across the channel to the mainland of Britannia to make something of themselves, and the best way was to grant their son to a higher noble to become a knight. It was an incredible honor, to wield a blade not only for his lord but for God and country.
As a Page, he learned how to hunt and how to wield a sword. He learned basic academia from the local chaplains, learned warfare from senior knights in the castle as well as falconry and equestrianism. He learned how to properly care for armor and weapons and memorized daily the art of chivalry.
On his fourteenth birthday, he swore on his sword and was promoted to Squire; he learned how to ride and swim, fencing and wrestling, and even the art of dancing. It was here that he officially met his master's daughter, Synne. Synne was his same age and quite the resigned young woman. She was happy to aid in his lessons, and quietly found him to be rather handsome for such a boyish young man. They didn't really speak to each other during this time, as they were both far too busy with their own studies and teachings to interact. But, when they danced together, it was peaceful. Like they were meant to be so close to one another.
And now, on this day - his twenty first birthday - he would be knighted. The night prior he was given a ritual bath to cleanse him - body and mind - for the ceremony, and the priests held a vigil for him for his soul. He had polished his armor the night before and adorned it before his ceremony, his long black hair pulled into a ponytail to keep it out of the way. His nerves were buzzing with both trepidation and excitement. Fourteen long years of blood, sweat, and tears brought him to this moment, and he could only thank God for granting him the strength to achieve his goal.
A young servant escorted him from the room he stayed in inside the castle and out into the main room, where his lordship - Edwin - sat in wait with his ceremonial sword. Beside him sat his daughter, Synne, and she halted the very breath in Tadgh's breast. It had now felt like centuries since he had lain eyes on her last, and doing so was like seeing the sun after years in darkness. She was beyond beautiful; her ivory skin matched that of the angels inside the church, her long hair draped over her shoulders like a deep red wine. Her eyes, earthy and warm, watched him with such gentleness that he was sure she could be no mere woman, but certainly sent by God Himself. She was blessed with a body for bearing heirs, strong and healthy ones at that. He was in love, madly and deeply.
"And so, at last, the day of your knighting has come, young Tadgh." Edwin smiled, "I have watched you grow and have cared for you as if you were my own son. I have never felt more proud than I do at this moment."
