111th Ashan 716Peake was in shock. He couldn’t train, he couldn’t focus. He couldn’t even wring out all the ideas that flew into his mind, all of them spawning from the rumors the bribed guard told him. Said guard shared them so casually, without realizing all the potential from those two phrases. Peake was different. Driven by his greed, by his determination to claim a place of power, for his will to dominate others, he knew he could use the rumors for his own ends. He could really profit from them, in fact, yet he was unsure as to how. At the moment, he could not think about them as much as he wanted, in the middle of the arena, wielding his arming sword and his shield as he stood in front of one of the new knights under his watch. Peake had lost men this season, chasing necromancers around, encountering beasts in the wilderness. However, he had been successful, and the rutine was returning to the usual boring pace. The knight opposing him was somewhat nervous, surely never having faced an opponent as big and prestigious as Peake himself. It wasn’t that Peake was famous, but he was noble and his presence was quite frightening.
Without delay, the Knight lunched forward, his long sword coming in with large sweeps that were pretty stupid and reckless, Peake doing nothing but stepping back to avoid hit after hit, not even bothering to cover his armored chest with the shield. Too busy thinking about his way of handling the rumors, he was. Too much potential to act recklessly, too much details to leave to chance. Thankfully, the Knight before him was not giving Peake a hard time. The Knight grunted before he launched his longsword in a rather obvious downwards motion, going for a chop towards Peake’s head that failed miserably as Peake did nothing else but step to the side. The boy was nervous, indeed, trying to show eagerness and passion instead of actual skills. From the bottom, the boy swept his sword sideways, trying to catch one of Peake’s feet. Peake blocked the sword with his, his other leg coming forward to harshly kick the opponent’s sword which disarmed the opponent. Victory.
Peake stepped back to let the knight retrieve his sword. The King had been stabbed this season. The Queen was fucking the Lord Commander. The Lord Commadner was one of the most powerful men in the Kingdom, controlling the army and working directly for the king. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he just took the throne for himself. The Queen, however, was a bitch. If she plotted against the King, it wouldn’t be long before she plotted against the Lord Commander himself. She was doing it all for herself, apparently. Peake could come in and help her, let her know that he knew her plan and that he wanted to help. However, being the bitch that she was, she would surely send some killers to murder Peake, or accuse him of a false crime. Then, his life would be over. The Queen was too risky to deal with – Peake needed to get rid of her.
The boy took his sword and bowed, before going at it again with the same recklessness. Again those wide swipes, that lowered guard from the shield, those yells that did nothing but waste his oxygen. Peake’s constant dodging, which was done merely by stepping back and to the sides before every hit, was starting to slowly anger the boy. He used his sword with much more strength, but in an even worse fashion. Once again, a chop was starting to be prepared to be launched against Peake, whom instead of dodging, decided to parry it. A parry was stopping the opponent’s motion before it started, in this case on top of the boy’s head, before it gained strength. Stepping forward with a quick lunge, Peake raised his shield and smashed it against the opponent’s blade, which couldn’t advance downwards and complete the chopping motion. Now, Peake had his shield blocking the opponent’s weapon, and he was in obvious advantage. If the boy raised his shield to protect himself, Peake could still cut on the legs to incapacitate him. Instead of doing that, he rose his leg and smashed it against the boy’s hip, sending him to the ground.
The other option was the Lord Commander. Peake could approach him and tell him that he knew… but that was a risky move. The Lord Commander is committing treason, and he wouldn’t doubt to get rid of him if he felt in danger. There would be no way to extort that man or blackmail him, persuasion being something Peake was not very good at. And so there was only one option: the King himself. Siding with the King was disgusting, as Peake hated that little brat with all his guts. However, he was stabbed, and so he was weak and angry due to his immaturity. He was a flake, in a way. Peake doubted he had much power within the government itself, but he was still the king – his word was law. He would be easier to manipulate, to steer into one direction. However, Peake wouldn’t just hand over the Queen and the Lord Commander’s head to the King, not without profiting first. What he wanted was the Barony, to push his father aside and finally claim what was his. He wanted a reputation for himself, to be feared, respected, and even loved. The King could provide him that, but only if Peake earned it.
It had to be the King’s side the one Peake took. The Queen and the Lord Commander were too dangerous to try to fight face to face.