So this chapter is gonna be a little different. I will be resenting to you a conversation between Mark and Fredereck is Iambic pentameter (Shakespeare speak for those who don't know what that means right away, haha). I'm doing this for multiple reasons. Mostly, because I feel like I post so infrequently that I need something to tide you all over while I work on the next chapter. I also want to take time to flesh out relationships and friendships, and this seems like a good way to do it. Also, I kinda just want to practice iambic pentameter, and you're my guinea pigs! SO, let's all sit back, and enjoy the scene that unfolds)
We join back in our tale of war and peace
And here we find two men who swore to Chrom
The young tactician who knows not his past
Along him at his side is Fredereck
The weary knight who hear serves as the ear
Mark: With you I wish to have a word
Fredereck: What need you from me here while on the march?
Mark: Naught but brief word on things that hang on me
Fredereck: You wish from me a word whilst we do march?
To Gangral's land to bring the man to sword?
Forsooth, I hope you not give me ill news
Mark: Fear not, my words bear not the air of war
In change, I come to you with other pains.
Fredereck: What ill thoughts bear upon your brow, my friend?
I hope the ghosts of fallen souls not lay
Inside your mind and cloud what lies within
Mark: Nay. Souls that once obstructed me now rest.
What ills me now I feel are thoughts of love
And love has taken hold of me of late
It comes within the borders of our camp
Fredereck: Why do you come to me with such a plight?
Mark: For you have been a brother to our lord
Before in war but now in marriage bond
Our dear lord's sister you have made your bride
I hoped you may give some insight to this
The fires of love within a war's great heat
Fredereck: Tis true, that Lissa and I's love is strong
And were it not for this conflict we may
N'ere have known that we could be so in love
But Lo, who is the dame who has thy heart?
Mark: She is…she is a maid that is beyond
In flames of war she has the grace of all
The water in the seas and like it she
Doth quench the fires around her in the fight
Fredereck: Will you not speak plain of this fair woman
Mark: I speak as plain as I find able now
Fredereck: Who is this woman?
Mark: …I fear 'tis fair Cordelia has my heart
Fredereck: She? She who has her eyes for our lord Chrom?
Mark: Aye
Fredereck: And she who gives naught thought for other men?
Mark: Aye, the same.
Fredereck: I think you find your heart to be quite cruel.
Mark: None knows that fact as well as I know it
But when I see her riding on her mount
Throughout that sky that lies above us now
My heart doth wish that I too had a steed
So I may ride those skies and be with her
Fredereck: You speak so fond of dear Cordelia now
But, 'ere today I've naught heard you before
Speak on the subject of her or a dame
Mark: Twas fortnight last when we were in Plegia
When in defeat we ran for boarder land.
She swept me up and saved my humbled life.
And since that day I find myself entranced
With both her beauty and her martial skill
She takes my breath and leaves me little thought
I fear that this may lead unto my end.
Fredereck: I hear your hurt and only offer this
All of our company knows of her love
For our Lord Chrom, except for maybe he
How he is so vapid I cannot say
But in your pains I hope you'll think on this
That war is hard and loss is commonplace
And if you feel so true I'd hope you speak
To fair Cordelia and make her your bride
Mark: My thanks do you, dear Fredereck for this
Fredereck: think not of it, for I was glad to lend
An ear to you and keep you well of mind
Mark: But look! I see a fort of our dire foes!
I must ride forward and prepare our seige.
Come join me when you've settled all your arms!
Well That was it. Like I said, it was more an experiment in iambic pentameter, and a bonus scene for the people who are keen to read more. There will be one more chapter posted by the end of jusly, I promise. Until then, make sure you leave me feedback, I welcome all of it.
