Jadeite (alone)
"When he rides in to vanquish the untouched tribes, don't you think they fall down with desire before those sky colored eyes?"
The directive from his father had been a simple request. Raiders on the border of their lands to the South needed to be eliminated. He, the first and only son of the King of the Far East, had just returned from the capital, having earned his shield weeks before. At eighteen, he was a knight of the realm, heir to countless riches, member of Prince Endymion's inner council, but still untested in battle.
Arriving at the edge of his domain some days later, he saw not raiders or thieves, but instead simple nomads, reaping what they could from the land. Had his father known? Was this part of the test?
His horse, a battle worthy stallion, stamped a hoof impatiently. He nodded to his men, pulled down the visor to his helmet, drew his sword high and went forward into the night.