The Scorching Fire Rebellion
"Father, I would like your permission to come with you to the capital for a few day."
"And why do you want to come with me?"
"Oh, you know, to see how the city has changed."
"It's to visit Allison, isn't it?"
"Of course not, besides, I would think by now she would have found a suitable husband anyway."
"Well, it matters not, you are coming with me anyway, and you are to be by my side when I met the Emperor. He wishes to talk to the nobles about the rebellion in the south."
"Father, you know I hate politics."
"I do not care, this will serve as a good way for you to learn, you are a man now, and soon you must take my place as a noble. Now leave, I wish to hear no more of this until the time comes for us to ride."
Joras looks at his father, trying to not show his emotions, he then spins on his heels and walks out of the grand hall. Walking through the courtyard he sees many a familiar sight such as the stable master grooming the new born ponies, squires training with one another, the arms master handing out swords. I know we are at war, but it is not my time yet. I am still young, why throw it away at battle?
Lost in thought Joras bumps into an armoured man.
"Apologies my lord, I did not see you there."
Joras has to look up to see the face of the man. "No, it is my fault Sir Renald. I was not thinking straight."
"Another quarrel with your father?"
"Aye."
"Perhaps he just needs some time to think about what you suggested, now if you excuse me, I need to train some new soldiers."
Joras nods and walks past the man, it is not often Sir Renald is in his plate, but when he is you can be sure it is for a good reason. Sir Renald is one of the finest fighters here, and he is renowned for his great skill with an axe. Not only does he have a brilliant offence, he is high near impossible to take down. He wears a crimson red plate armour, it's instantly recognisable all across the empire, and even across the seas. But what Joras admires him most for, is his personality, he never does anything against his word and he shall tell no lies. They saw the longer the beard, the greater the honour, and his beard was the longest Joras had seen, a grey mess of hairs reaching down to his mid chest. But he had heard that the Dwarves in the north had even longer beards. Not hard to believe after other stuff has happened.
Joras reaches a tower and starts to climb the stairs, at the top he opens the oak door to his chambers. A cosy place, a writing desk on the corner and a full size bed with silk covers. He looks to his right, where he sees his armour on a stand. He knows the time for childish things is gone, soon enough he will be on a battlefield. He takes a breath and walks back out of his room.
"If I'm going to be leaving soon, should at least find a good whore for the last few days."
