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((You can call him Reich. *sigh* I'm so use to writing fanfiction that I'm not sure if this is too long or not!!))
((I guess we do need to shorten our posts just a little bit, but I think we are doing a great job so far! ok, so the other king is Reich, and good so far!))

((Nah, I like our long posts! :3 Or should I split them up into seperate ones? I'm going to post a real one in a couple minutes.))

((Sure! :3))

It was raining in the Kingdom of Osgiliath, matching the mood Iden had inside him.
That princess was coming, and he wasn't even informed of her name. He was to.....wed her?
But Iden is a guy who has manners. A gentleman.
Iden shifted his arm on the window still, where the sound of rain drenched the outside world.

The rain reminded him of that horrible day when....
Blood. A blood-stained Father, the King. Why had they..?
His eyes watered. Only if, he..he would have..

"Sir! There you are! You can't just run off, you need to be properly dressed for the meeting of the GIRL!" another servant to destroy his thoughts..
"You can't just run off! Come! Quickly! If your Mother would have heard of this..."


Hope had been working in the kitchens, but one of the cooks let her have a break, due to 'burden', the baby. She sat on a bench outside the kitchens way, thinking of what to name the child.
Iden obediently followed the servant.

He was late, Sait thought.

She was perched on her usual rock in the middle of the meadow. It was afternoon, and Drought said that he wanted to see her during that time until she could properly wield a blade. But he was late, and he was never late.

Sait hopped off from her position on the rock and made her way back to Masyaf. It took a good chime before she crept past the first patrol of guards and made her way into the market place. She started looking around, trying to see if he was there.

She spotted a knight looking though some clay pots and went over to him and tapped him on his shoulder. When he turned around she smiled politely at him.

“Have you recently seen a knight about yeh high,” She indicated the height as far as she could reach, even on her toes, “with brown hair and armor on?”

He just grinned at her, “Lass, that’s describing all of us. What’s his name?”

Sait blushed at him, “Drought.”

“Ah! Drought. My young apprentice,” he indicated to the younger lad at his side, “just said that he came lookin’ for some assassins to talk to. No doubt business related. Go check up at the trainin’ ring up the hill.”

She didn’t know that the knight had an odd twinkle in his eye.

She nodded thankfully, and jogged to where the knight pointed out to. She turned the corner and saw Drought at the corner of her eye, talking to an aging man in dark robes. She was about to call him out on his abandonment when she heard what was said.

“Stop treating her like a tool! You have to think,” the older man exclaimed at Drought’s remark, but Sait did not hear what it was, “If she is to be trained in our way, don’t you think you have to know them? Or the knight’s ways? And you’re what? Thinking you’re either? Bring me the lass and I’ll see what can be salvaged from her talents.”

This was ended with a glare, but Sait stood in horror. He wasn’t an assassin? Wasn’t even a knight? Then what was he? She turned on her heel and ran.

((I'll try to make them shorter, but I'm leaving them spaced for easy reading.))

By the time Sait reached her house in the village outside the city walls she was barely winded, which she silently thanked Drought for- but then cursed him. She sprinted inside like Coldwarg were on her heels and slammed the door closed. She leaned against it and soon her legs caved out underneath her and she slid down.

'Drought lied?' Sait thought, 'About what? Everything? Is that why I failed? Brother said that the way of the Knights was hard, and that's obviously what he's been teaching me, but he said that they were understandable.'

Hours passes as she sat on the floor before she decided to make some tea. After lighting a fire in the fireplace and putting a kettle on top, her stomach also decided it was time to eat as well.

Sait went outside and looked around; it was sundown and no one was there. Oh, well. She jogged down the dirt path and hopped the fence to a small orchard and plucked a few ripe apples from the trees. She was just about to mosey along until she was startled by the orchard keeper popping his head out of his hut window to see who was there.

"Sir Greal, good evening. How are you?" she said after composing herself.

"Sait, m'girl! I was wonderin' what the rumpus was. I could have sworn some that nasty old badger was back to steal m'pumpkins again. Bad business those badgers," he trailed off, shaking his head, before he went back inside. Sait almost thought that was a dismissal, but Sir Greal came limping outside on a cane.

"About that earlier question, I'm doing good. But those badgers, ever since the Coldwarg disappeared they've been populatin' like my mother's bad cookin'. Mystery is how they got the dumb idea to come and eat m'crops! Stupid, I tell you. Or smart..."

As he prattled on Sait took a bite of apple, the old retired Knight was known to talk a lot. But even though most of it was either junk or nonsense she liked to listen to him talk, his accent showed his origins from Aloura and his way of speaking brought back memories of her past.