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Josian couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest as he heard Emeril admit he was lucky. He could not remember the last time someone genuinely praised him; not that he expected it or that meant anything to him, but he felt unusually bashful when it came from someone he admired. The moment was...

While seeing his friend after these many years brought him some kind of comfort, Josian had only wished it had been under more favorable circumstances. He had lost touch with her and had the faintest clue about where she had ended up, only that she had been with Ronas. Ronas was the nephew of a...

Josian felt the tips of his ears burn at Emeril’s teasing. He hadn’t meant to make a joke, but he felt a warm feeling in his chest at his lord finding humor in it. “I only meant I wouldn’t leave you alone.” He stared at Emeril’s tight-lipped smile and a sudden feeling of worry swam in his...

“Yes, quite busy going behind the squires and doing their work for them,” Josian replied with a shake of his head and a quiet sigh. He stole glances at Emeril during the ride to town, his eyebrows knitting together as he noticed an emotion he couldn’t place on his lord’s fair features. He...

Josian had been performing maintenance on the weapons in the armory for the better part of the morning. He sat slouched back in a wooden chair, one of his legs tucked underneath the other with a short, double-edged blade laid across his knee, swiping a small white cloth in straight strokes over...

When the servants of the castle had said Lord Clarembaunt’s son was illuminating, he didn’t think they meant quite literally. Even among the clashing of their blades and the crumbling of rock, the discovery of Emeril’s ability to wield light took Josian by surprise. How did he never know about...

Josian’s embarrassment faded at Emeril’s reassurance and he felt his shoulders relax. He didn’t realize he had been so tense. He only hoped his lord didn’t notice. His head was still whirling, but not as intense as it was before. What shoddy timing to be losing himself! He’d only wished he had...

After another bout of deflecting the two boys’ newfound scheme to fight him, they only gave it up after Josian promised he’d show them something another day. He shooed them away back to Miss Alara so that she might put them back to work. And now, he would be able to straighten the training...

Idle hands were a devil’s tools. That was what Josian’s elders had always said to him as a younger man, even if he considered himself a well-behaved and polite lad. But in the case of the young men who made up the squires of his house, he would be inclined to agree. Two pairs of young, idle...

Letting out a low whistle, he had to grin at Emery’s comment. “I didn’t realize I was in the presence of a sage.” He meant for the comment to come off as praise, but also to perhaps deflect the conversation away from his father. He could only stand so much talk of the man before it inevitably...

Josian had never taught anyone before – usually knights took on squires, but he seemed to be a special case… in more than one respect. “Don’t praise me too much. Have you seen me fight before?” He didn’t recall Emery ever being present during one of his spars and there hadn’t been a war that he...

“I wouldn’t say your loss. I expect the eldest son of House Talos is trained well with a sword.” Despite his best efforts, Josian felt a flutter of what he could only describe as pride at Emery’s praise. He considered himself quite experienced with a sword, having his whole job revolve around...

Josian failed to mention that he wasn’t chosen, but he volunteered… Not that he needed to know that minor tidbit. His horse idly danced under him; the cold must’ve gotten to her just as it did him. He was dressed warmly, but the chilly Northern air still found its way to his skin. His outfit...

When the news of Lord Aylard’s death reached his ears, Josian couldn’t say he was wholly surprised. Lord Brookal’s house was strong, and Lord Aylard’s arguably even stronger; unhappy folks were to be expected. What he didn’t know was that unhappiness would drive someone far enough to murder the...

Josian loved playing the womanizer card, even when it was far from the truth. Far, far from it. He attracted a few ladies, sure, but he took his oath very seriously. As soon as he took that oath as a knight, he wasn’t permitted to take lovers or a wife. Not that he minded either way, he never...

“Does having the eyes of the finest women in the North fluster me? Not at all,” he quipped in return to his teasing. Their banter was a very welcome change to the usual bland conversation he had experienced earlier in the night. He listened well to the boy as he admitted his reason for shying...

It had been a good few years since Josian Perryn had enjoyed a celebration like this one. There weren’t many instances that called for celebration that he could remember, but now there was. The daughter of neighboring Lord Brookal had come of age and was to be married off to a Lord Aylard, thus...