Declan, Robert and I were inseparable. We fought in our name against the king who was just a power hungry psychopath who smashed the kingdoms apart. And when he was killed, we stood and watched Robert being crowned king. When Robert found out the Declan was dead, he came up north to visit me. There he asked for my daughter to marry his son and join our families’ names. And now I’m me in the king’s land down south where the weather is too warm and women are exotic and the food is rich. It is very different.
Yesterday however things took a turn for the worse. Robert went out hunting with his guard, a tradition for him when his queen goes into the pain of child-birth. This is his fourth child excluding the ones who he has had with the whores he laid with.
Ollder, his eldest at fifteen, is a very spoiled brat who hides behind the claws of his vicious mother, and is next in line for the throne. He will not be a good king. He would not even make a good pet dog.
Robert came home with a deer antler in his back. He was still breathing but not much. He named me as stand in until Ollder came of age in three years. He died there and then. His infuriated wife screamed for the guards to come in. When they did she had them execute the only other witness in the room and send me to the dungeon. I was down there when she came in, her golden silk dress trailing behind her with a dirty smile on her face. She bent down to my eye level and said that Ollder was going to be king, that my slut of a daughter would wed him and produce loads of little princes and princesses and that I would have my head freed from my neck the next day for murdering the king. She stood back up and left with a laugh that would frighten death himself. She never loved Robert.
Late that night I was awoken by a man who was in the guard. He freed me from the cast iron shackles and helped me escape. He told me that my wife and four sons had left this morning and that my daughter was with them. I gave him thanks and left. Who was he? I don’t know. All I know is he saved my life.
I ran straight into the forest and kept running. And here I am in this clearing in the King’s land not sure where I’m going. I can hear the barking of the hounds in the distance, the shouts of the knights and the sound of stomping feet. I keep running. Everything is getting louder - the barking the shouting and the stomping. But all I can here is the laugh of the queen. I am good with a sword but I don’t have one and I am out numbered. What am I going to do? It seems like I am running from my doom instead of sitting waiting for it.
I can now hear horses galloping in the distance. Suddenly a dog bites my ankle. I fall to the ground and a white steed leaps over me baring the flag with my name on it. Maybe all is not lost.