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The last time that Daros had laid eyes upon Lord Mallory, his typical party had never been so... cultured before. The first that drew his interest was the Bravos man, his attire familiar with that of the people. The heir always had a keen interest in the skill of the blade and the warriors of...

Daros lost track of the man he apprehended as he completely focused on the new threat crashing down on them like a wave. As Varn ducked and debated whether to stay or not, the heir charged forward, gleaming steel swords in hand as he let out a guttural scream. The challenge would be taken...

Daros had painstaking gone over the details with Ser Royce, Skagos, and Arlen. On the matter of security, nothing had been left untouched by him. The heir would use his sheer will to ensure the night transpired smoothly, especially with the known fact of his father's gaze watching over them. As...

Ser Royce raised a good point and Daros closed his eyes momentarily before he exhaled softly. The gears in his head turned for a brief moment before he opened his eyes and directed them to Royce. "And we would hate to break customs. Allow the lower hall to remain open." They then flicked...

The bandit's gaze would find Daros' unflinching while they locked. The heir expected himself to be cursed at, spat at, or maybe lunged at but none of that came. Instead, the man spoke calmly and evenly, explaining what happened and not at all fazed, his accent unique. Upon the shrug of the man's...

Daros caught both the look from his sister and wife and a quiet but humorous scoff came out of him. It appeared his wanderings were known well enough to infer that he would have even ditched the wedding. With both of them casting their net on him, however, he relented and offered a half-smile...

It appeared the merchant had been killed for simple fruits and alcohol. Daros had seen worse for less and wasn't surprised, especially with his regular enemies being the Mountain Clans. Dismounting from his horse, he took a few steps forward toward the bandit, his right sword drawn and in hand...

Daros had finished reading the message, the heir casually leaning back in his seat with the parchment pinched between his two fingers. It covered his face mostly from the others, hiding how he truly felt about such an affair. A wedding, the statement spoken bitterly inside his own mind. Once the...

Daros led the small party down the road, a few knights and archers on his flanks and rear as they patrolled. The Mountains of the Moon were home to many dangers, especially to an heir of a house. Still, he found a certain comfort as he felt the muscles of his horse stretch and contract, the wind...