TO SER LUCIEN,

[MRCHENN 4741]

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[!] A small scroll was delivered to Ser Lucien, and with it, a gleaming dagger.

 

 

12th of Owyn's Flame, 1901

 

To Ser Lucien Ashford de Rouen,

 

Once received, let this letter be a formal witness to my resignation as your squire, and any vows acclimated during the course of its tenure. You have taught me to be a man of my own action. Thus, I will not have the experiences you have avowed me since my early youth to be rendered null by any higher polity than I or you. Nonetheless, the Archduchess you serve was right in any but one thing: I am not fit for chivalry.

 

I have become accustomed to the fact that there is a reason behind the circumstance of my birth. I was born the bastard of the Princess of Savoy. I was not destined for greatness. 

 

As a babe, I was delivered to the monastery of St. Foltest because the Lord has destined me to spread the word of his Prophet Owyn. My hand cannot be fit for both a sword and gospel. That right was only resolved to Exalted Owyn. In front of him, I am nothing. 

 

I imagine that my name will not be placed in the annals of history for conquest, servitude, or knighthood, like the great Esheveurd before us. But I hope to make you proud. Where there is ambition, there is the clemency of the Lord, and I will be its steward and shepherd. Despite no longer serving you through the sword, I hope to do the same with the strength of the cross of the Lorraine.

 

God be with you always,

 

Adelric

[subatomic 1497]

Ser Lucien would be inside his fathers keep, the letter laid on the table. He'd wipe a tear, happily reminiscing about the past when he got away with literally everything.