Council Meeting

Bryce Ayton walked down the sun illuminated halls of the great Iredale castle. His elegant red and black coat was almost skintight, as well as his black breeches, giving him a slim appearance, but it also allowed to see his toned body. Every step he took with his perfectly shined black boots resonated through the hall as he walked towards the council room.

Once he arrived at the large illuminated council room, everybody present at the time stood up and bowed. Bryce raised his hand as a sign for the members of the council to sit, he sat seconds after everybody had taken their seat.

“Prince Bryce, it’s an honor to have your presence here today, mostly given the dire times we are in” said Alastair Derrik, an old scholar.

Time had taken its toll on him, the outline of his eyes and mouth were wrinkled, and his long perfectly trimmed white beard gave him a wise appearance.

“There’s no need to thank me. I’m here in representation of my wounded father, and hopefully, I’ll be able to contribute to this meeting” said Bryce in a serious tone.

“Before starting this meeting, I would like to express how much we regret your father’s injury, but mostly, we regret not having been able to protect him in battle that day” said Conall Eason, the leader of the great knight generals.

His dark brown eyes showed the regret he had mentioned, yet that still didn’t seem to diminish the always menacing appearance of his heavy black armor and hoodless red cloak.

“Conall, hold your head up high, and rid your mind of regrets. My father, your king, would not accept this poor display of weakness. Because, if there is something I know about my father, is that he does not regret his actions, nor his injury. Instead, he considers it a teaching, both for him, as for his followers. So, don’t mourn over what already happened, instead, prepare yourself, and your men, for the battles to come” said Bryce with a confident and reassuring look on his face.

“You’ve heard our prince. Now let’s begin this council meeting” said Leo Fields, the youngest among the knight generals, with only 24 years of age.

His light brown eyes, short caramel brown hair and stunning appearance made him a very popular topic between the ladies of the kingdom, as well as captivating Bryce’s attention, much to the young prince’s confusion at that fact.

“Fine. How are we going to deal with the war against the kingdom of Dawtone? Without our king, we have no strategy, and not to mention, it’s an enormous blow to the morale of our army“ said Nye Hayes, the second in command amongst the knight generals.

His green eyes seemed to pierce through everyone in the room, but it was to be expected, he was with the king at the time of his injury and blamed himself for it.

“I’ll take his place” said Bryce confidently.

“Prince, with all due respect, I doubt you’re thinking this through” said Alastair with a concerned look on his face.

“I’m going to have to take Alastair’s side on this. You’re too young, and inexperienced” said Conall.

“Sorry, but I’m with them” said Nye.

The confidence Bryce had shown was slowly diminishing and giving way to concern, if they didn’t approve, he wouldn’t be able to fight, and wouldn’t be able to avenge what they had done to his father.

“If my prince is willing to fight for his family’s honor, and for his home.