(Author's note: This is part of the Soulsborne Chaingame I host on my headcanon blog over on tumblr. I always wanted to write a small piece about NK's life on ADP and it was a good prompt to start a chain on. Please enjoy.)
His day began with waking up. He would slowly open his eyes with the sunrise, remove the blanket from his body and hop out of bed, making sure to stretch until his bones popped. A whole new day laid in front of him.
But first, he needed to take care of himself. His feet carried him to the small bathroom near his room, where he made sure to freshen himself up a little, trying to brush his hair also. After he once again broke one of his brushes, he decided to give up and just let his white mane fall over his shoulders like usual.
Now he only needed to get dressed and could properly start his day.
The one walking to the kitchen had once been known as the Sunfirstborn, Prince Gwynfor, dragon slayer and son of Lord Gwyn. After he had been banished, the humans he had met had given him a new name... Faraam, the god of war. Most of the time, he preferred to not go by any name at all though. If someone needed a title for him, he would be the Nameless King for them.
After all, his original name had been stripped from him, alongside with his titles and everything else that had once made him Gwynfor. He didn't want it back.
He arrived at the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast. Back in his old life... he hadn't been a good cook. There had never been a need for him to learn how to cook. It had been the job of the servants while he trained or went out on the battlefield. He always had been out and about, finding the next fight, rarely coming home, not interested in politics and stuff at all.
That changed. After having been on his own for so long, he needed to learn how to care for himself, so he started to learn cooking, and he wished he would have done it sooner. He had a knack for cooking. It was a fun activity with rewarding results. He had become better and better at cooking over the centuries and now he had a wide range of dishes he could prepare, depending on which kind of ingredients he could get his hands on.
Thanks to the little vegetable garden they managed to maintain on Archdragon Peak, his diet also had become a lot healthier as opposed to the myriads of meat he would have eaten in his old life.
It wasn't that he didn't have meat though, he very much looked at a large lump of meat right at this moment. This meat simply wasn't for him.
Once he had finished preparing breakfast for himself, he cut the meat in pieces, putting it all in one big bowl. After having washed his hands, he took both his meal and the bowl outside, putting the bowl on the ground.
The King of the Storms, his loyal storm drake, was perched on a near arch, preening his wings. He stopped when he noticed the new presence and spread his wings, landing next to his rider shortly after, screeching in joy and pretty much forcing his muzzle into his hand.
"Good morning to you too.", the Nameless King smiled at his storm drake, giving him a firm pat on the beak. "I hope you slept well. Let's have breakfast together."
The two of them would always take in their breakfast together. The Nameless King knew that the King of Storms could hunt on his own, but in a world where dragons weren't a welcome sight in the sky, he preferred to feed him a majority of his food, only allowing his drake to hunt when he was present.
After all, there still might be dragon slayers out there...
The both of them enjoyed their meal in comfortable silence, the Nameless King chewing on his prepared vegetables and the King of Storm having buried his beak into the bowl of meat. Soon, the meal had come to an end and the Nameless King stood up, picking up the bowl.
"Time for the dishes.", he said, watching as the long tongue of the King of Storms cleaned his bloodied muzzle. The Nameless King would always clean the dishes right after eating, it was part of his daily routine. He was more at ease when loads of dirty dishes would not wait for him.
Cleaning the dishes didn't take long and once he had them all dried and put away, he snatched a broom and started to clean out his living quarters. Another daily routine he had gotten used to. It was unbelievable how easy it was for his living quarters to gather dust and dirt. He swore, he cleaned these rooms every day and they still would be dirty on the next.
After all the dirt in his living quarters was gone, he went outside and swept the area there. The King of the Storms had left in the meantime. When he looked into the sky, he could see him soaring through the sky, always staying in line of sight. He didn't mind, his drake would come to him as soon as he called.
He swept through the area until he encountered the serpent man, busy with their own work. They had failed the path of the dragon. Now they lived here, keeping the monastery alive. He had learned their snake tongue and they had accepted him as some kind of leader, even though he never wanted to. Most of the time, he left them to their own, only intervening when they needed help with a problem.
"Good morning.", he said in their hissing tongue, getting a few "Good mornings." back. A lot of them were too busy to truly notice him, cleaning up, changing out candles, preparing food... it was busy and their presence made him feel less lonely.
Now that he had cleaned his quarters (the serpent men wouldn't touch it), it was time to meditate. He had started it shortly after arriving on Archdragon Peak. His older self would have scoffed at sitting around and doing nothing, but he very much cherished the emptying of the mind and getting a much more clear feel for everything around him.
He sometimes wondered how he had managed to live back then. Maybe he hadn't even lived... just hurried from battlefield to battlefield, seldom taking time to breath... to actually... live.
He meditated until it was time for lunch. During earlier meditation sessions, his stomach would have painfully reminded him that it was time to eat, but now he could control himself enough that he could meditate for a full day without feeling the need to eat. Still, there wasn't a need for him to starve himself, so he got up and prepared himself some lunch.
After lunch, he went to the little farm side and helped the serpent men out maintaining it. Harvesting ripe crops, planning the sowing of new vegetables depending on the season, feeding the chickens and collecting their eggs. It wasn't much, but they managed to get enough food that nobody would get hungry, as long as they would make preparations for winter. They always made sure to lay food to the side to dry or pickle.
It took a good part of the day and when the sun started to slowly set, it was time... There was a small altar on the Archdragon Peak where he would pick them up. Despite everything, he still had loyal followers, engaging in jolly cooperation.
He smiled when he saw the countless sunlight medals piled upon the altar. His followers had been busy. He sat down and collected them, then he worked into rearranging them into miracles. He would write down the stories on the scrolls and imbue them with the power of the sunlight medals, up until the sun had gone down for good and not a single sunlight medal was left.
He laid the prepared miracles on the altar. They would find their new owners coming the next day. He wasn't quite ready to end his day though, instead, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the prayer of one of his followers.
He smiled when he noticed the knight engaging in jolly cooperation. He was one of his favourites. He wore a tabard with a painted yellow sun with a goofy smile on it, the same sun was on his shield and always, always he would find him staring at the sun.
He watched as the battle took place, against two creatures known as Gargoyles. Once the last of them had fallen, the warrior of sunlight would return to his own time with a praise of the sun, while his host, the one who had called him, waved frantically.
The Nameless King lost the connection, but he stood up with a lighter heart. Tomorrow, he would do the same. And the day after tomorrow as well, but his heart shone when he thought about that his sunlight warriors would keep his legacy alive.