Things had come a long way from they were kids, that was for sure. Rush still wasn't sure whether to look back fondly on those days or not. Sure, he'd made a friend in those days, one he would be a fool to disregard, but that friend had turned out to be a prince and as a commoner, their lives had been completely different when they weren't out playing together. Not only that but as the years had gone on, Rush had gradually come to see that his country of origin and that of his friend were not on good terms. Eventually this resulted in Rush's country being absorbed and everything changed.
When he understood what had happened and who his friend was in relation to what had happened, it had taken the young brunet a long time to reconcile how he felt. It was made easier by his friend being a bit of a rebel though, that was for sure.
Eventually Rush had forced himself into a decision and enlisted in the army. He took to the sword like a fish to water and learned to hold his own with the best of them. He did it without his friend knowing too, wanting to prove himself, wanting to have something to talk about when they next met up. It wasn't uncommon for people not of noble descent to become soldiers, but it was a little unusual for them to rise the ranks and earn knighthood and Rush did just that.
He still often found himself with the menial tasks of guarding a door or patrolling the ramparts, but there could always be worse tasks, of that he was sure. And surely the prince would be proud of him for how far he'd come, how he had committed to being a knight and taking that responsibility seriously. Maybe one day he'd even end up with the priviledge of making it into the royal guard and his friend and prince could be under his direct protection. What an honour that would be!
Not one particularly prone to flights of fancy though, Rush brought his mind back to the present, finishing up with donning his armour. Securing the last straps and making sure his standard-issue sword was in place at his hip, Rush moved off to take up his position on the ramparts for patrol.
When he understood what had happened and who his friend was in relation to what had happened, it had taken the young brunet a long time to reconcile how he felt. It was made easier by his friend being a bit of a rebel though, that was for sure.
Eventually Rush had forced himself into a decision and enlisted in the army. He took to the sword like a fish to water and learned to hold his own with the best of them. He did it without his friend knowing too, wanting to prove himself, wanting to have something to talk about when they next met up. It wasn't uncommon for people not of noble descent to become soldiers, but it was a little unusual for them to rise the ranks and earn knighthood and Rush did just that.
He still often found himself with the menial tasks of guarding a door or patrolling the ramparts, but there could always be worse tasks, of that he was sure. And surely the prince would be proud of him for how far he'd come, how he had committed to being a knight and taking that responsibility seriously. Maybe one day he'd even end up with the priviledge of making it into the royal guard and his friend and prince could be under his direct protection. What an honour that would be!
Not one particularly prone to flights of fancy though, Rush brought his mind back to the present, finishing up with donning his armour. Securing the last straps and making sure his standard-issue sword was in place at his hip, Rush moved off to take up his position on the ramparts for patrol.