The Nicatori Bastard Returns

[Emp 209]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qdu1IkjbyKo

THE

NICATORI BASTARD
RETURNS

The grand wooden doors of the throneroom of House Nicator groaned, and winter howled behind them as a solitary figure emerged from betwixt them. His dark locks whipped by the chilling winds that raced across his shoulders, the man, outfitted in sturdy leather strode steadily towards the steward that lounged at the opposite end of the hall.

The steward’s children scampered to the safety of his arms; his wife, concerned, flew to his side, whispering questions into his ear. The mutterings with which he responded, a frustrated hand rising to his forehead, painted her face a ghostly shade of white, and sent her, stony-faced and stiff-necked, to a nearby seat. Theodosius Nicator raised his hands to heavens before leaving Frederick and his relatives to their fate.

The steward sat solemnly upon his throne, brow furrowed in consternation, and lips drawn tight. His eyes followed the figure as it approached, as cold as the air that had spread across the room, chilling the Nicatorii. They themselves were speechless as the man raised a fist to an amulet that hung about his neck - that of House Nicator. With one forceful motion, the amulet was torn, and cast before the feet of Frederick.

With a wry, unsettling grin, the unshaven man raised his eyes to the steward.

“Father! Your bastard has returned!”

-x-

Aemondo Aedalfieri, bastard son of Frederick Nicator, borne of one of many young loves in the heat of his father’s twenty-first year, was the sole stain upon the esteemed family’s name. Up until this moment, he had been the best-kept secret in the Capital. However, the steps Frederick had taken to hide this secret were only ever temporary, considering the nature of this womanising, erratic, and volatile man - a bastard in every sense of the word.

For near seventeen years, this individual had been hidden away, beyond the claws of any noble house - within the Church. There was no chance, however, that this boy would have lasted among the venerated clergy. Though he acquired an education, Aemondo never did appreciate the values of a scholarly life, instead preferring a life of debauchery. No censure seemed to curb his hedonistic pursuits, and, before his eighteenth year, he was expelled from the Church after being caught in the act of adultery with a servant-girl, much to the horror of his peers, however unsurpised they may have been.

From there, he took on the life of a sellsword, his contracts taking him across the realm, though rarely in honourable pursuits. It was in this time that he acquired some skill with the blade, and appropriated his beloved bastard sword.

It was so that a parchment found itself upon his desk, detailing his next assignment; inscribed upon it, the name of the Vicar Steward Theodosious Nicator.

[Draeris 3124]

 

Frederick remembers his first love faintly,  his eyes widening at the memory of the whole night as it starts falling into pieces. Filled with regret and confusion, he prays silently as he states

 

"Ehh... Welcome back 'son'."

 

He looks desperatly at Vanessa for aid, unknowing what to do next.

[Mephistophelian 977]

Vanessa looks at Aemondo, then back to Frederick, sighing. Thoughts race through her sharp mind, and she looks to Frederick, and odd look on her face.

 

"He is before you met me....and before we had all /our/ children....I spent years upbringing ours, now it is your turn to look after this one."

 

She pecks him lightly on the cheek.

 

"I think it is better....he is not my son, so I will never love him as I loved and still love our current children..."

 

Turning around, she heads to her bedroom, going to sit on the bed and wonder if she should tell Frederick something too.

[Cola one 1 37]

Johnny pats Frederick on the shoulder a few times and chuckles, his words slurred and his breath strongly smelling of wine and ale.

"Don't worry Frederick, I'll make sure he turns into the spitting image of your favourite relative."

[Splitchris 11]

Leonardo stands a few meters behind his father, eyeing the his bastard brother carefully as he takes a heavy breath and sighs. It seemed his parents were more than what they seemed, and had been up to much odd stuff in the past. Scratching his chin lightly, he turns around and exits the room, heading for his quarters, wishing he had normal parents who didn't adopt every other day and were emotionally unstable.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.