The following story contains sexually explicit acts between men. If such bothers you, annoys you, disturbs you, frightens you, then why the hell are you here? Do yourself a favour and leave before you read something you might not like. And if you are not 18 you better leave now before mother or father walk in and catch you doing something they won't approve of. But for those of you who want to read a pretty interesting story, grab a drink, pull up a chair, and prepare yourself to be pulled into my world.
Chapter One: - The Emissary
The sun rose proudly bathing half the world in her golden rays and leaving half the world in darkness to crave her warm caressing touch. She climbed higher into the sky and the darkness crept away, covering before her lidless gaze. Finally she had ascended high enough into the sky to drive back the shadow that still lingered behind the Mallenorod, the encircling mountains. She illuminated a great city built on a strategic outcrop of rock within the inclosing mountains. The city is a glistening diamond still attached to the rough rock that birthed it.
In one of the highest circles of the city on one of the east facing battlements is situated a fair apartment built into the ramparts to offer it undisturbed views of the eastern road and the proud Mallenorod. She continued to rise, breathing life into the protected valley until she smote the sleeping bodies of Beremir and Antonius who were entwined beneath the covers. The golden light was reviving and quickly set to work heating Beremir's face, slowly dragging him into the world of the living. Beremir fought against his return to consciousness and tightened his embrace around Antonius' waist. Antonius in turn snuggled closer to Beremir's chest and without opening his eyes said
"Morning" after an ear splitting yawn. Beremir didn't respond verbally but gently kissed the back of his neck and playfully caressed his chest. Antonius let out a quite moan and started to rub his back against Beremir's muscular chest. Beremir twisted Antonius around to face him and pried open his eyes to see Antonius' bright blue eyes gazing into his own brown eyes, he then lent forward to kiss Beremir delicately on his lips whilst his arms began to massage Beremir's wide shoulders, Beremir continued to kiss Antonius with renewed energy their bodies connected via the bodies most sensitive organ, the tongue. Beremir's need grew and he wanted to take things further he pressed himself against Antonius and began to nibble his ear. A great bell rang twice signalling the second hour after dawn the concerns of world it seems does not wait for lovers. Beremir sighed and eased himself away from Antonius he looked at the familiar surroundings of his room. The high vaulted ceilings and intricately carved alabaster coloured marble walls were glowing in the rich morning light. He edged off the bed and left the white silken sheets and warmth of the Antonius's body.
He pulled a discarded robe by the side of the bed and hastily put it on. His nudity concealed as he strode to the bedrooms balcony to admire the morning. Lofty towers shined like ivory and the grey eastern part of the Mallenorod's edges gleamed like hot iron. He took a deep breath enjoying the freshness of the air. There was a soft eastern breeze which smelt slightly sweeter a very faint smell of trees and pollen. He watched a long line of mounted troops going towards the Mallenorod via the great eastern road. This aroused his curiosity as it was a larger force than the usual morning patrols, and they moved with urgency, their armour reflecting the light like polished mirrors.
"It's a beautiful morning today", noted Beremir after another deep breath.
"It would be better if we could spend it together or perhaps in bed", said Antonius whilst donning his under robes.
"You need not me to remind you that it's going to be a busy day, for both you and I", said Beremir gravely.
"I know but we'll still see each other today, perhaps during your evening meal?" said Antonius joining Beremir and wrapping his arms around his waist.
"I cannot promise anything as I do not know my father's want. However I believe at the least we will be able to bed together again tonight", He kissed Antonius' forehead and run his hands through his hair.
"You've got duties to attend to don't let me keep you or you're going to be late, and that won't look good in the eyes of your superiors" scolded Beremir, his tone changing from affectionate to authoritative.
"Sorry, as you wish Milord" and with that Antonius quickly donned his armour and ran up the stairs to reach street level. Beremir took a fleeting look at the Mallenorod then ascended the stairs, turned right and walked into the washroom. Sun streamed through a high window and onto a full bath of which steam could plainly be seen rising. He mumbled a few words of gratitude to his servants and slid out of his robe and eased into the bath. He spent a good while just soaking in the water as he felt his muscles loosen and the deep knots of worry in his stomach dissolve. Once clean he donned his armour brightly polished from the day before. The armour was much the same in design as the standard soldier's however it was more skilfully made and befitting his rank the edges of it were edged in gold. He styled his hair with scented wax and the use of a looking glass. Then he allowed himself a cheeky smile before donning his cloak and gloves and walking through the door and into the city.
The city was busy and full of people busying themselves with chores or going about their general business. There are several battalions of men hastening to and from the central barracks, organized ranks of soldiers in a sea of daily life and confusion. His stomach began to remind him of his bodily needs. Seeing the masses of men he decided against having his breakfast in the barracks so instead he sought out the Bastion Guard's mess hall. Fortunately it was only a small walk away, he negotiated his way through the busy streets as he saw the stairs to the Bastion. He noted that it was doubly guarded and by an elite battalion as their armour was far superior to the standard soldier.
He approached the great gate and it opened on silent hinges, he did not however climb the stairs to the topmost level but turned right and into an archway cut into the living rock. The subterranean mess hall was well lit with strong walls and an arched ceiling supported by many pillars. The few soldiers who were having their mid morning meal stood and saluted to which Beremir quickly gave the 'at ease' sign and added,
"Back to your meal lads, I don't want to interrupt yours and I don't want anyone to interrupt mine" added Beremir, the men quickly relaxed back to their hushed whispers and the remnants of what looked a generous meal.
"Prince Beremir, what can I help you with this morning?" asked a portly chef kindly
"A full Aine's breakfast if you could, and some light mead" Replied Beremir
"For you we could cook anything, please take a seat you majesty and it'll be with you shortly" enthused the chef before returning to the kitchen
"We're cooking for royalty, so your best or you'll have me to deal with" said the chef loudly to the kitchen staff and pots pans and other kitchen utensils could be heard being utilized or put away. Beremir just smiled, almost immediately a silver tankard of fresh mead was set down on his table by the chef.
"Majesty" was all he said before retreating to the kitchen to keep an eye on his apprentices. Little time passed before the chef personally brought out a plate with two fried eggs, four rashers of beacon, some fried mushrooms and some fresh bread roasted on the fire before being buttered.
"I hope everything is to your satisfaction, milord" said the chef he then bowed and returned to the kitchen to make a start on lunch for the next batch of soldiers. He enjoyed his meal deliberately eating slowly as to savour it as it may be several hours before his next heartening meal. The morning mead was very light and was highly refreshing to his dry mouth and it revived the lining of his throat. Before long and despite his best efforts he'd finished his breakfast and sat back to take stock of his surroundings. There were several groups of men seated in the room and he caught scraps of the conversations although it seemed trivial to Beremir until he could hear the excited whispers of the
senior guards who are so close that their heads almost touched.
"The Lord of the Bastion is deeply troubled, he has retreated into his inner-most chambers and is deep in council" said one of the Bastion guards to one of his fellow guards. Beremir's ears prickled at this and they strained to pick up string of conversation.
"Troubled you say, not much that troubles him, stern as steal is our lord" said another guard toasting to his health with his tankard.
"I've heard rumours of this messenger, the emissary, by all accounts he's due to arrive early soon he would have entered the city" the guards voice sank to a mesmerising whisper
"I've heard he is a sorcerer, a pet magician of that puppet child on the throne. Ancient they say, he is immortal some have attributed him. All agree that he is a master of the dark arts" embellished the guard. Their captain noticed Beremir's interest and quickly intervened
"Nought but rumour, don't just sit here gossiping like aged maids. Stop your tongue wagging and report to your posts" he commanded and ushered them out of the hall.
Beremir sat deep in his own thought. He mused at the possible power that this envoy must wield to intimidate his father. He pondered further hunting for reasons to justify his father's actions. His speculating was cut short when again the mighty bell could be heard ringing even in the depths of this subterranean hall. It was now time for him to report to the council as his father's representative, the council was a gathering of some of the most senior officers and commanders would evaluate the military's overall state. Beremir downed what little remained of the morning mead. He thanked the chef heartily then strode out of stuffy hall and returned back into the warm sunlight. The natural light made his skin tingle and the light breeze caressed his skin as he took a deep breath of the wholesome air and then marched in the direction of the barracks.
The street was very busy with rushing nobles and hurrying tradesmen going to and through as their needs demand. Beremir again noted the increased military presence on the streets. There are soldiers everywhere patrolling not just the battlements but near entrances and keeping an eye on the masses. Especially the entrance to the Bastion it was triply guarded with the ultra elite guards who have far superior armour and weaponry, they eyed the crowd coolly and their hands were often on the hilts to the armour. A small group of elite soldiers intercepted Beremir and their captain took off his helmet to reveal blond cherub like curls. He saluted before saying
"We are under strict orders from his Lordship to escort you to the barracks, Milord"
"Is this really necessary? I've done it a thousand times without an armed escort to baby me" replied Beremir harshly and looking at the crowd suggestively.
"Please Milord, we are only carrying out orders from your father, please allow us the honour of seeing you to the barracks safely" pleaded the officer he didn't however back down. He would do his duty even if they had to follow him at his heels. Beremir just nodded and continued walking at a slower pace. The officer replaced his helm and signalled the other elites to cluster around Beremir in a box formation to offer him maximum protection.
They reached the military district with minimal effort and without incident. The military district was separated from the rest of the level with a thick curtain wall. The gatehouse was doubly guarded and on seeing Beremir they saluted and the gate opened inwards on silent hinges.
The military district consisted of a large square dusty and was devoid of grass so that soldiers could train and be assembled there. In the middle of the square there is a high stepped statue with a crumbling stone figure of an ancient monarch, a fading monument to the former glory that the city still keeps as a reminder of its past. There is also a great armoury delved into the cliff side to protect in from damage in the event of a siege. There are various halls and training rooms built within the square as well as the officer's quarter. On the yard a company of some two hundred men are assembled doing march drills and further away several dozen archers practiced their aim. Beremir and his armed guard began to cross the courtyard and Beremir spotted Antonious in the front rank. It was evident that Antonious must have already seen him because he was carefully keeping his gaze downward. Beremir gave an easy smile and shook his head with a little laugh. They hurried to the commander's chamber which was also built into the cliff for protection. A group of soldiers stood idle by the entrance and upon seeing Beremir they stood to attention and started fumbling for their weapons.
"At ease, as you were before" said Beremir with a wide grin on his face and dismissed his guards by the door.
"I no longer require your assistance now, I'm safer here than anywhere" said Beremir in a matter of fact tone. They saluted and went back to their posts.
The tunnel was surprisingly long and the light soon faded to a small square in the distance. It quickly drew cold in the tunnel and the walls became damp and smelt altogether unpleasant. As he went deeper the tunnel became illuminated by sparsely populated torches however they had no effect on the chill that lingered in the dark places of the world. Finally after what felt like hours tramping in the dark he reached an ancient doorway and the doors was shut fast but a warm light leaked through the gaps. A sigh of relief escaped unbiddened from his lips and he heaved against the heavily carved and dust covered wood. The door creaked open on rusty hinges to reveal a subterranean dome. It was considerably large and from its centre there swung a heavy chandelier. The room was lit with several torches burning on their braziers that reveal glimpses of dull gold and neglected silver decor on the domes architecture. A large polished table dominated the centre of the room and around it twelve renowned military personnel were clustered around it.
"Ah, Lord Beremir, welcome to the war council", said a jet black haired officer with bright white teeth and deep black eyes at glinted in the light.
"Well met Desmond, have I missed anything or does it commence now?" inquired Beremir joining them at the table.
"We're just waiting for general ..." started Desmond
"Dornost!" Bellowed a snowy haired man with horrific burns on the left-hand side of his face the burns also continued on his left arm and hand, the extent of his deformity could only be guessed at. The countless years of dust that had settled on the doors scattered in the air when Dornost threw the doors open. The dust made the air thick and Dornost was surrounded in a thick fog of it. The dust assaulted the flames and they threatened to extinguish flickering periodically. He then part staggered, part limped up to the table taking his place at its head.
"We can finally begin" mumbled a brown haired captain who appeared fairly youthful in comparison to the other veterans on the council, razor sharp creases by his eyes where the only indication of his experience and he had very deep eyes that at the moment seemed rather bored. His bearing made it apparent that he has already spent a long while under the dusty dome and just a hint of his impatience managed to slip through his carefully maintained facade.
"Let's work through the reports first before anything more is spoken" rumbled the general, his voice was rough it sounded like he needed to clear his throat as one could hear his vocal cords were coated in some form of mucus.
"Captain Astaldrion, what have you to report of the northern marches and our holdings there?" asked Dornost to the captain, picking on him for his remark no doubt.
"It's my pleasure to inform the council that northern watchtower is now fully operational and has just been furnished with three hundred new recruits" announced Captain Astaldrion. There was excited talk and much praise of his great achievement as they know that it would increase their holdings in the north greatly.
"However" continued the captain waiting for the talk to die down before continuing
"Several of our patrols have come back greatly diminished or not at all, the defence of the elves was more ferocious than we could have guessed, as such our enemy still manages to own the western parts. I suggest more reinforcements would help us to claim the west and eradicate the threat of possible invasion" finished Astaldrion pointing to the highly detailed map on the table before them.
"Threat" grumbled Dornost
"They are no threat to our holdings I wouldn't worry about an invasion however this establishment of elves is worrying, I will the lord on this matter" continued Dornost
"I too have urgent tidings from the east" declared Desmond
"Then continue please" said Beremir in an attempt to make his presence felt.
"A messenger returned to the city yesterday he informed me that the elves have driven back our vanguard across the river and have secured the lands behind it and even now they prepare to fortify the crossing of Ondorathrad. Our assault on the glittering tower was crushed and only some hundred survivors are hurrying back to Nimrod as we speak" said the commander who was obviously uncomfortable being the one to report such failure to the council.
"Most disturbing news, but it was expected such a force was never going to be able to assault the glittering tower and succeed" commented the general gruffly, it was clear that he didn't quite feel the sense of loss as the other commanders did at the report that thousands died. The reports continued for the remainder of the afternoon and other news was less depressing for example a recent exploration of the south western part of the Mallenorod had discovered an abandoned dwarven mine rich in iron. The reports became far more tedious as they began to go over seemingly trivial issues for example several horses went missing to the east and a shortage of horses means that reports in that region have been suspended until replacements could be found. Beremir did his best to appear diplomatic as he was representing his father. Sighs became far more common place and a few didn't even try to hide their impatience at which Beremir found it increasingly difficult to repress his emotions and he began to feel stuffy and trapped under the dome. The air had a faint taste of smoke to it and the oil splattered on the torches further adding to the uncomfortable dome it also became very warm and the council began shuffling and fanning themselves.
At last when Beremir felt he could endure no more Dornost slammed his deformed left fist on the table and said
"Enough! Let us have a break from this tedious work, we will break for lunch. Return in an hour and then go over something far more interesting" Everyone sighed with relief even Beremir joined in, they all shuffled to the door as quickly as they could muster however Beremir left them to snap at his heels and stormed out of the dome and through the hall. His cape battered the torches as it hurried to keep up with him. The door was kept ajar and as he entered the sunlight he was almost blinded as the weak torchlight and dark tunnel meant he was not adjusted to brightness. His guards saluted and followed him in a loose formation as he scanned the training field.
Finally he found Antonius who was practicing his sparring with a taller soldier who was likewise armed with crude wooden swords. Beremir stopped several feet and folded his arms happy to watch, he was flanked by his temporary guards they placed bets on who would win and Beremir was annoyed when they betted against Antonius mainly.
"50 gold coins only Antonius, the shorter one" said Beremir in a controlled voice.
"As you wish Milord" said the captain thinking that he's made a week's wages for all his charges.
Antonious waited for the taller man to strike first and swiftly side stepped. Antonius then slashed at the man's thigh before retreating from a counter blow. He then slashed at the soldiers arm mid blow disarming him. He stood on the sword and placed his to the man's throat.
"Dead" said Antonius slightly out of breath, He then gave a dazzling smile to Beremir and went over to the soldier and said something that Beremir couldn't make out to him.
"That'll be twenty pieces of gold between you" laughed Beremir, the soldiers faces dropped and the captain cursed. They all coined together and a small purse was handed to Beremir.
"Keep it my good men you value it more than me. Perhaps you shouldn't bet away your wages so easily?" Beremir said then raised his eyebrows at them.
"Antonius are you free?" said Beremir as Antonius approached him with the wooden gladius.
"I don't have to be here if that what you mean" replied Antonius carefully.
"I was just wondering if you would like to get some lunch?" ventured Beremir. He began to fidget and averted his eyes to the eastern horizon.
"Yeah of course, you can eat at mine as its closer will you have to bring your . . . guard?" asked Antonius stealing glances at the captain and his men.
"Is it necessary for you to come?" asked Beremir to his guardians
"Afraid so Milord, we're required to guard you until your father gives us the all clear" replied the guard.
Antonius made it quite clear that he wasn't happy with the escort and tried to separate himself from the guards. Beremir tried to keep neutral as he wasn't happy with his security measures however he knew that they were just doing their jobs so he bottled his distaste and saved it for his father.
They made good time getting to Antonius' ancestral home. It was a large building with a thick wall that was linked to a taller thinner building. A final war attached it to the battlement creating an enclosed courtyard. They stopped by the thick wall that separated the courtyard from the street and waited for Antonius to unlock it.
"Leave us" said Beremir to the guards who saluted and took up defensive around the gate. They walked through the gate and into the courtyard. It was sheltered by an ancient oak tree and several tall Cyprus tree's lined the battlements making it more homely. It also had a lovely courtyard which boasted a grass lawn, a rarity in this city of stone.
He went inside and came back with two loafs of bread some butter and a fruit salad. They sat on a stone bench that had scenic views of the entire the southern part of the Mallenorod and the busy southern road through which the majority of the city's traffic comes and goes from due to the fact that the capital city Armarostar lies that way. They talked merrily laughing often and just enjoying each other's company Beremir talked mainly about the meeting and how bored he was until the end he also described general Dornost in graphic details.
"My father told me about him, the general that is, he's a good man" said Antonius socially after Beremir had finished his short story.
"Do you know what? What happened to him?" asked Beremir pointing to the left hand side of his face.
"My father told me that he led an attack group to the north two decades ago with five hundred men. They were deep in enemy territory when they were ambushed by archers and group soldiers. He claims to have slain twenty when a blast of magic was launched at him by a mage. The blast knocked him out and his horse ran wildly back to plains. He managed to get back to Nimrod and to the gates. He was taken to a healer and no one thought he would live. He managed to survive however he is rather maimed and under his robes its said to be worse as his armour didn't cool down for hours, of which he was unconscious" said Antonius thoughtfully. Beremir had leaned closer to him enjoying the tale and they suddenly felt very close to one another.
The great bell rang again signalling that it was time for him to be hauled up in the dome for an unknown period of time. Dread fell on him and he really loathed the idea being stuck underground.
"Are you coming back to the training field?" asked Beremir through a mouthful of bread.
"No, I'm going to stay here I have a few things I can busy myself with" replied Antonius dismissively
"Oh, okay then, I'll see you later" said Beremir with a quick peck on the cheek, he opened the gate gave a nod to his bored guard and hastened back to the military district. He saw the rest of the commanders strolling back to the dome with hunched shoulders it seems they don't want to be there any more than Beremir does. Beremir sighed took a deep breath and savoured the fresh air like it was his last meal. He was about to plunge into the darkness when a messenger sprinted through the training grounds like he was being perused by dragons. He saw Beremir and stopped short the horse rearing before turning in his direction.
"Lord Beremir, the Emissary from Armarostar is upon us, your father will want you near" said the Messenger quickly to Beremir.
"I have no time to speak with you now, hasten to the Bastion your father will be waiting for you in the courtyard" continued the messenger, his horse neighed before bolting up the road in the direction of the Bastion's staircase.
Beremir's mood lightened drastically he would finally meet this emissary and he wouldn't have to be forced to endure tiresome hours trapped in the dome. He strode to through the eastern gate out of the military district leaving his guards to dash after him and attempt to form a defensive square around him.
They reached the gatehouse without incident and the elite guards at its gate saluted and opened the gate wordlessly, evidently the messenger hadn't been idol. The stair was long but it didn't wind or dither in the slightest and at the top there are two statues carved in the likeness of the elite guards with spears held high and stern faces that looked to the east. The second gate was left open and at a gesture from their captain Beremir's escort split into two rows along his side. The courtyard that they reached was large and had a lot of grass that was very well tended. A few cypress trees lined the sides of the courtyard to conceal the imposing battlements. In the centre of the courtyard was a marble statue of a woman and in her hand was a rough diamond that was uncut but shined with a store of radiance from within.
At the far end of the courtyard the bastion's true treasure is to be found which is called the Celestial Palace. It was built by the elves millenniums ago to be a grand temple to the five gods but was captured by men during construction. The lords of the city converted the grand domed building into a throne room and the palatial apartments intended for the servants of the gods where converted to meet the demands for the lords of it city.
On the steps leading to its entrance was Beremir's father. Kingly he looked wearing heavy robes of silk adorned with the finest of furs. In his hand he held fast a white sceptre with many carvings of gold and a large weighty gem on the top. He seemed tired to Beremir as he leaned heavily on the sceptre using it as a staff of sorts. When Beremir was close enough he could see heavy bags clung under his eyes and stubble sprouted the telltale signs of neglect. His hair used to be black but was now plagued with grey hairs and pulled back hanging limply on his shoulders. He welcomed his son with outstretched arms and embraced him heartily.
"My son your safe, all is well then" said his father in a charismatic voice that oozed confidence and certainty with every word.
"Yes father I am fine, were the guards really necessary?" said Beremir tactfully, his father left little room for manoeuvre.
"Would you deny your father the right to protect his own?" said the lord wearily and he looked slightly more fatigued.
"Yes father but" started Beremir quickly
"But what would happen to me if something did happen to you? I doubt that I could survive the loss of another son through treachery" his voice tried to belittle the grief that was buried in them and Beremir argued no more.
Beremir looked around the courtyard and saw that there was an entire legion of the city's finest men manning the battlements or in ordered ranks paving the way to the steps. The whole scene looked very ceremonial as if royalty had some to expect the cities defences.
"Why are there so many troops here today?" asked Beremir in a hushed whisper to his father.
"These are dangerous times my son, the kings puppet masters are probably eager to inspect the city and see if I too can be controlled. The troops are merely a show of force as they may attempt to use force to control my throne" replied his father in equally hushed tones.
The gates opened with slow deliverance and the entire square was deathly quiet when the Emissary entered. The soldiers of Nimrod gripped their weapons tightly and stood to attention when he entered the square. The Emissary was tall almost twice the height of the soldiers and was robed from head to toe in black robes that frayed with neglect. He wore a rusting iron chest plate and large black leather boots protected by rusted grieves. His hands where hidden by gauntlets that imitated dragon scales. A sword hang at his side by the handle was corroded and the sword was decaying in its sheath. Words are his chief weapon and dread his servant. He stormed up the aisle formed by the elite of the city and their hearts trembled and a great fear came over them like a dark cloud over the sun. His face was also concealed hiding beneath a bronze mask that was strictly neutral in expression. Hideous yellow eyes burned behind the mask that burned like venom and the orange that rimmed them ever changed. What very little skin was visible to Beremir looked tortured and blistered like he had been burned almost to death.
"Lord Tarrion, it's a pleasure to meet thee" he half bowed and the expression seemed mocking and his words were thick with contempt.
"You know my name Emissary, what may I call you" asked Lord Tarrion sternly to the Emissary
"Names are a powerful thing O wise Lord, Emissary doubtless I am, Emissary thee may call me seeming's as it please thee somewhat" replied the Emissary his voice was very powerful even as it was mocking. His words carried great authority and to those who hear it they feel belittled and they question the wisdom behind their own words.
"How do I know that you are the emissary that was sent out? You hide your face and in these days of doubt how may I know to trust you?" accused the Lord Tarrion his voice growing in strength as the soldiers also questioned the legitimacy of the dreadful robed figure before them. The creature laughed a throaty laugh and said
"Tokens I was bidden to show thee shall prove my office old fool" and with that he removed a seal and chucked it to Lord Tarrion who fumbled trying to catch it one handed. He then produced a scroll showed it to the men and thrust it to the lord who handed it to an aide to read over.
"Are you satisfied with such token? Or will I have to request the king to come in person? Verily you wouldn't wish to suffer his wrath?" said the Emissary clearly enjoying himself
"The wrath of his majesty or his keepers?" countered the Lord cautiously. With made the Emissary bark with laughter, the laughter this time seemed sinister and with dark purpose.
"Perhaps you would keep that treacherous tongue behind your teeth in his court if I so choose to sue for your pardon" threatening his tone now turned. Beremir ground his teeth and his grip tightened on the pommel of his sword. The burning eyes flashed to his hand and then to Beremir's face as he studied him.
"Who is this? Another of your spawns perhaps, he seems much like Tarrion, too much me thinks" and the messenger after judging him. Beremir stepped forward but was stopped by a steel grip from his father.
"This is Beremir my youngest he is third in line to my seat and sixth in line to the throne on which his highness now sits" said Tarrion struggling to remain diplomatic.
"I very much look forward to meeting you again, Beremir" said the Emissary as he chewed on the Beremir's name as he said it. The way he said it gave Beremir a sinking feeling.
"Go Beremir I have no more use of your company, The Emissary and I have much to discuss. Beremir nodded and walked down the assembled troops who again saluted, they are very fond of their Lord and hold much love for Beremir as has trained and fought amongst them many a time and has proved his prowess as both a warrior and an able commander many a time. Beremir's guards joined them as soon as he passed the gate and with his entourage he went looking for Antonius in his house but it appeared he was abroad. Defeated he went to his abode to prepare for an early night as he knew tomorrow would be a very long day indeed.
Hey this is my first story to be posted online and any feedback will be greatly appreciated, my email address is Beaumastinsmith@hotmail.co.uk thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter may take some time but keep looking regularly xD