MagicPenguin
One Thousand Club
Derwin Shaw
Barracks -> Mess Hall -> Main Gate
Derwin awoke the next morning before sunrise after getting about four hours of sleep. He yawned widely, bleary eye watering. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night of the party either and the lack of proper rest, along with the stress of the last two days, was starting to wear on him. He quickly washed, dressed, and emerged from the Bloodguard barracks, intending to see to preparations for the trip to Lady Fray's manor. He hid his fatigue behind his usual stony facial expression, stoic and calm as ever as far as anyone looking was concerned. Athena leapt down from the roof of the barracks where she'd made her own bed for the night and followed her partner first to the soldiers' mess hall, where Derwin grabbed a few slices of bread, cheese, bacon, and sausage to hold him over for a while.
He ate while he walked, throwing the occasional slice of meat to Athena as he next made his way to Blackrock's main gate. Just outside the entrance, Lady Fray's servants were already loading her carriages with her personal effects. Of the woman herself, there was no sign yet, but that was not surprising. The sky was just beginning to brighten with the first light of the rising sun, and few nobles were awake at this hour even if their household staff was already hard at work.
Derwin called out greetings to the staff and soldiers and situated himself in the gate to oversee trip preparations, his back to the castle entrance. He wanted to leave just as soon as Lady Noire was awake and ready. Off to the side, he noticed the six guards Lucrezia had supposedly arranged, reporting early as Derwin commanded the night before. Of the six, three of them were Bloodguard and the other three were ordinary soldiers, veterans of the castle watch. Derwin knew most of them, though they were not the men he would've chosen for this mission himself. They were fine soldiers in their own right, he supposed, but they were either too inexperienced, too unskilled, or too old and washed up for him to be comfortable relying on them in a sticky situation. He would have preferred to bring six of his most stalwart lieutenants from the Bloodguard, men and women he knew and trusted intimately. Instead, he was denied his own choice in favor of...these people.
Princess Noire was royalty riding into a possibly dangerous situation. No effort should have been spared to see that she was safe. Time and again, however, Derwin saw signs that there was little if any interest in doing that. Indeed, if he didn't know any better, he would have said that the Dark Lord or Lucrezia or both were actively TRYING to make Noire a tempting target for assassins. Derwin wasn't usually one for Black Court politics, but he'd been around Blackrock long enough to know a brewing scheme when he saw one.
Just what are these people thinking?
Derwin's thoughts were interrupted by soft footsteps coming up behind him. He turned and was surprised to see Lady Lucrezia approaching him. His temper had cooled somewhat since their meeting last night, especially after Mawlock's help, but he was still frustrated about this entire situation. He locked eyes with her--something few had the courage to do for very long--and let his anger show in his facial expression.
"Milady," he greeted her coolly.
"Spare me the attitude," she replied. "I've got enough to deal with as it is."
Lucrezia eyed the Captain of the Bloodguard with that familar piercing gaze of hers, but surprisingly - almost bafflingly - she broke eye contact first; instead taking a rather vested interest in one of the wagons being loaded.
"The Dark Lord is...leaning on me." She said eventually. "So I'm leaning on you. The security breach is problematic, and someone will be punished regardless if they're at fault or not. You understand what I am attempting to convey here, yes?"
Derwin winced when she mentioned the security breach--in other words, Klyn's kidnapping. He'd gone over the security that day hundreds of times beforehand and, after he learned of the breach, he'd replayed events in his head over and over, searching in vain for what had gone wrong. He knew no one was perfect--least of all himself--and that it was impossible to account for every threat, but he still blamed himself for what happened more than anyone else. His one job, his most important and sacred duty, was to protect the Cainhursts against such things. And despite his best efforts, he'd failed. When he learned of it, he almost considered resigning his post in shame. He only did not because he knew Noire would still need him today.
"The security breach is all the more reason to be cautious now more than ever," he said. "We know there are actors in play who wish harm on the Cainhurst children. Yet you give me six guards for Princess Noire going into a potentially hostile environment?" He shook his head. "It is almost as if the Dark Lord wants her to be vulnerable, but I cannot fathom why. Is he using her as bait to tempt an enemy? Or does he simply wish this to be some...test of her strength?" Vexation was written all over his face. "She is his own daughter. I do not understand what he is doing."
"For the love of -" Lucrezia began, only to pinch her nose in exasperation. "Derwin, of course it's a bloody test. The Dark Lord wishes to see how Noire manages in the outside world when she's not surronded by guards. Her current constitution is questionable at best."
"She's 15, Lucrezia, and not everyone is meant to be a warrior. I cannot approve of putting any child at risk so callously, let alone a princess we are both sworn to protect with our lives."
Lucrezia clicked her tongue. "Worry less about her and more about yourself captain. So far, we've been unable to discover how exactly Lord Klyn found himself several miles from Blackrock without a single guard in this entire fortress noticing. Those noble brats and Klyn himself have massive gaps in their memories, as if they've been torn out. As far as I'm aware, the security that night was flawless - "
The Dark Maiden moved a little closer, her voice lowered to a whisper. "-someone will take the fall for this. To be perfectly blunt, I would rather it wasn't you. Competent staff are difficult to come by, your infuriating habit to ask questions aside."
"I am the Dark Lord's Captain of the Bloodguard," he replied flatly. "If he is dissatisfied with my service, he can remove me at any time. If he wants my life in exchange for my failure that night, then it is his to take." In truth, Derwin could hardly blame the man if he did just that. "Until then, however, I will do my duty to the best of my ability--even if that means I must continue to pelt you with infuriating questions."
The corner of Lucrezia's lip twitched. It was always something of a tightrope pushing back against the First Maiden, but Derwin had developed quite the talent for it. "Very well. Do try to enjoy yourself."
She span on the spot and began to walk away, only to pause and glance back at him.
"Oh and Derwin - if that Bloodguard you dragged to the Throne Room turns up looking that dishevelled in the future, I'll break every bone in his body in alphabetical order to relieve some stress. Do make sure he gets the message."
Derwin barked a laugh. "Honestly? I might help you do it if not for the fact that he'd probably like it."
"He wouldn't." She replied simply as she waved him off, retreating back into the dark corridors of Blackrock.
Derwin sighed when she was out of sight. Well, no helping it, he supposed. He pointed to one of his illustrious six, one of the Bloodguard. "You. Go wake Arkoth. Tell him he's coming with us, whether he likes it or not. He's got an hour to prepare himself and report here." The man saluted and ran off to do as ordered.
Derwin hadn't wanted to bring Arkoth--he didn't trust the man at the best of times, let alone with a mission as tense as this one. If he left the fool here, however, and if he was unfortunate enough to cross paths with her, Lucrezia might actually torture him just to relieve her stress. Best to bring him for his own safety. No matter how annoying or incompetent he might prove to be.
"This is going to be a long trip," Derwin muttered.
Written with Avari (Lucrezia)
Mentioned : UltrAiron (Noire) Tetro (Mawlock) Athanas (Arkoth)
Barracks -> Mess Hall -> Main Gate
Derwin awoke the next morning before sunrise after getting about four hours of sleep. He yawned widely, bleary eye watering. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night of the party either and the lack of proper rest, along with the stress of the last two days, was starting to wear on him. He quickly washed, dressed, and emerged from the Bloodguard barracks, intending to see to preparations for the trip to Lady Fray's manor. He hid his fatigue behind his usual stony facial expression, stoic and calm as ever as far as anyone looking was concerned. Athena leapt down from the roof of the barracks where she'd made her own bed for the night and followed her partner first to the soldiers' mess hall, where Derwin grabbed a few slices of bread, cheese, bacon, and sausage to hold him over for a while.
He ate while he walked, throwing the occasional slice of meat to Athena as he next made his way to Blackrock's main gate. Just outside the entrance, Lady Fray's servants were already loading her carriages with her personal effects. Of the woman herself, there was no sign yet, but that was not surprising. The sky was just beginning to brighten with the first light of the rising sun, and few nobles were awake at this hour even if their household staff was already hard at work.
Derwin called out greetings to the staff and soldiers and situated himself in the gate to oversee trip preparations, his back to the castle entrance. He wanted to leave just as soon as Lady Noire was awake and ready. Off to the side, he noticed the six guards Lucrezia had supposedly arranged, reporting early as Derwin commanded the night before. Of the six, three of them were Bloodguard and the other three were ordinary soldiers, veterans of the castle watch. Derwin knew most of them, though they were not the men he would've chosen for this mission himself. They were fine soldiers in their own right, he supposed, but they were either too inexperienced, too unskilled, or too old and washed up for him to be comfortable relying on them in a sticky situation. He would have preferred to bring six of his most stalwart lieutenants from the Bloodguard, men and women he knew and trusted intimately. Instead, he was denied his own choice in favor of...these people.
Princess Noire was royalty riding into a possibly dangerous situation. No effort should have been spared to see that she was safe. Time and again, however, Derwin saw signs that there was little if any interest in doing that. Indeed, if he didn't know any better, he would have said that the Dark Lord or Lucrezia or both were actively TRYING to make Noire a tempting target for assassins. Derwin wasn't usually one for Black Court politics, but he'd been around Blackrock long enough to know a brewing scheme when he saw one.
Just what are these people thinking?
Derwin's thoughts were interrupted by soft footsteps coming up behind him. He turned and was surprised to see Lady Lucrezia approaching him. His temper had cooled somewhat since their meeting last night, especially after Mawlock's help, but he was still frustrated about this entire situation. He locked eyes with her--something few had the courage to do for very long--and let his anger show in his facial expression.
"Milady," he greeted her coolly.
"Spare me the attitude," she replied. "I've got enough to deal with as it is."
Lucrezia eyed the Captain of the Bloodguard with that familar piercing gaze of hers, but surprisingly - almost bafflingly - she broke eye contact first; instead taking a rather vested interest in one of the wagons being loaded.
"The Dark Lord is...leaning on me." She said eventually. "So I'm leaning on you. The security breach is problematic, and someone will be punished regardless if they're at fault or not. You understand what I am attempting to convey here, yes?"
Derwin winced when she mentioned the security breach--in other words, Klyn's kidnapping. He'd gone over the security that day hundreds of times beforehand and, after he learned of the breach, he'd replayed events in his head over and over, searching in vain for what had gone wrong. He knew no one was perfect--least of all himself--and that it was impossible to account for every threat, but he still blamed himself for what happened more than anyone else. His one job, his most important and sacred duty, was to protect the Cainhursts against such things. And despite his best efforts, he'd failed. When he learned of it, he almost considered resigning his post in shame. He only did not because he knew Noire would still need him today.
"The security breach is all the more reason to be cautious now more than ever," he said. "We know there are actors in play who wish harm on the Cainhurst children. Yet you give me six guards for Princess Noire going into a potentially hostile environment?" He shook his head. "It is almost as if the Dark Lord wants her to be vulnerable, but I cannot fathom why. Is he using her as bait to tempt an enemy? Or does he simply wish this to be some...test of her strength?" Vexation was written all over his face. "She is his own daughter. I do not understand what he is doing."
"For the love of -" Lucrezia began, only to pinch her nose in exasperation. "Derwin, of course it's a bloody test. The Dark Lord wishes to see how Noire manages in the outside world when she's not surronded by guards. Her current constitution is questionable at best."
"She's 15, Lucrezia, and not everyone is meant to be a warrior. I cannot approve of putting any child at risk so callously, let alone a princess we are both sworn to protect with our lives."
Lucrezia clicked her tongue. "Worry less about her and more about yourself captain. So far, we've been unable to discover how exactly Lord Klyn found himself several miles from Blackrock without a single guard in this entire fortress noticing. Those noble brats and Klyn himself have massive gaps in their memories, as if they've been torn out. As far as I'm aware, the security that night was flawless - "
The Dark Maiden moved a little closer, her voice lowered to a whisper. "-someone will take the fall for this. To be perfectly blunt, I would rather it wasn't you. Competent staff are difficult to come by, your infuriating habit to ask questions aside."
"I am the Dark Lord's Captain of the Bloodguard," he replied flatly. "If he is dissatisfied with my service, he can remove me at any time. If he wants my life in exchange for my failure that night, then it is his to take." In truth, Derwin could hardly blame the man if he did just that. "Until then, however, I will do my duty to the best of my ability--even if that means I must continue to pelt you with infuriating questions."
The corner of Lucrezia's lip twitched. It was always something of a tightrope pushing back against the First Maiden, but Derwin had developed quite the talent for it. "Very well. Do try to enjoy yourself."
She span on the spot and began to walk away, only to pause and glance back at him.
"Oh and Derwin - if that Bloodguard you dragged to the Throne Room turns up looking that dishevelled in the future, I'll break every bone in his body in alphabetical order to relieve some stress. Do make sure he gets the message."
Derwin barked a laugh. "Honestly? I might help you do it if not for the fact that he'd probably like it."
"He wouldn't." She replied simply as she waved him off, retreating back into the dark corridors of Blackrock.
Derwin sighed when she was out of sight. Well, no helping it, he supposed. He pointed to one of his illustrious six, one of the Bloodguard. "You. Go wake Arkoth. Tell him he's coming with us, whether he likes it or not. He's got an hour to prepare himself and report here." The man saluted and ran off to do as ordered.
Derwin hadn't wanted to bring Arkoth--he didn't trust the man at the best of times, let alone with a mission as tense as this one. If he left the fool here, however, and if he was unfortunate enough to cross paths with her, Lucrezia might actually torture him just to relieve her stress. Best to bring him for his own safety. No matter how annoying or incompetent he might prove to be.
"This is going to be a long trip," Derwin muttered.
Written with Avari (Lucrezia)
Mentioned : UltrAiron (Noire) Tetro (Mawlock) Athanas (Arkoth)