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Author Topic: Field Lessons  (Read 916 times)

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Offline Mason Collins

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Field Lessons
« on: May 23, 17, 12:25:31 PM »
Mason rose as he always did; early.  The sun only considering coming up over the horizon.  He washed his face from the basin in his room, and began to stretch and perform a few basic exercises.  He had been taught a long time ago that he was the weapon, and he had to keep his mind and his body in tune, this was especially true as he got older.  Mason watched younger men overlook the very necessary steps of taking care of themselves, no matter how hard he tried to drill it into their heads.  Stretching was important both before and after strenuous exercise.  At the very least, it worked for him.  He could keep up with warriors his junior, who had assumed that youth would always be with them.  Mason completed his morning exercises, washed up again, and then dressed.

He was dressed as he normally was; practically. He wore leather and chain, with his claymore held in his left hand, and a shorter blade and dirk at his belt.  The sides of his head were shaved and adorned with tattoos, and his wheat blonde hair was bound up in a single tight braaid made up of smaller ones.  Coupled with his bright eyes, and the simple torc at his neck adorned with his jewels, Mason's overall appearance was that of a fierce warrior, not a courtier at a Province Court.  Yet, that was what he was, the First Escort, and that morning he knew exactly where he would find his Queen.  She was not up quite as early as he was, but by the time he completed his circuit of the palace, a walk he took every morning, sometimes with Taryn, she would be at the range with her bow.

Mason walked up, nodding to the Master of the Guard as he approached.  He took up a position to Taryn's right, and leaned on his claymore, watching her form until she took the shot.  He rather enjoyed watching her form.  He pushed that thought away, and smiled, fixing his Queen with his icy blue gaze.  "Good Mornin', My Queen.  Yer as accurate as ever, an' quicker on the release."  He gestured, "I took my walk.  Everythin' is as it should be."  Which was what amounted to his formal reporting for duty.  With that out of the way, he grinned, "Care for a wee bit of competition?"

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Re: Field Lessons
« Reply #1 on: May 25, 17, 07:00:32 AM »
Chase's cold snout had rudely awoken her earlier in the morning. She might have rolled over to steal a few more minutes of sleep if she'd not caught the eager look in his beautiful brown eyes.

Damn dog. Those eyes could convince Taryn to do nearly anything. He'd likely had eaten more of her venison last night than she did at dinner. Long ago they had come to a silent agreement - so long as he did not bother anyone else in the Court during meals she would feed him choice pieces of meat from her plate.

Initially the men in her Court had been shocked by their Queen's appetite, and had vied for the right to refill her plate when the meat was cleared. In time most of them discovered the truth of Taryn's insatiable appetite, but kept her secret from the Court's cook.

Queen or not, Taryn would have faced Cook's wrath if she discovered the precious food was being fed to a dog. Taryn had faced many challenges in her young life, but none quite as intimidating as her Cook's anger. She'd rather go toe to toe with a Black Widow lost to the TWisted Kingdoms but in possession of her Jewels than face Cook.

Taryn rolled out of bed and donned her training garb, a split (and well worn) dress over a pair of comfortable trousers. She slipped into her sturdy boots, despite the warmer weather, and opened the door to let Chase preceed her out of the bedroom and towards the training grounds. If he were not so well trained she wouldn't allow him near the target range, but she could trust him to sit when she said sit, and stay when she said stay.

The first shot of the morning was pathetic and Taryn glared at the target. "Did you think a fairy is playin' a trick on me, Chase? Moved my target?" His doggy grin, tongue hanging out to the side, was her only answer.

"Lass, you know better than to blame imaginary beasties for your mistakes." Eoin Kerry was less amused than Chase, it seemed, and chided her readily for missing the shot. It was important for a Sceltic Queen to understand the warrior nature of those that she ruled. And it was even more important that she possessed some skill to protect herself aside from Craft. Her Summer sky and Yellow could be easily drained in the course of a defensive maneuver, and she needed to perfect another weapon if it ever reached that point.

Taryn refocused her attention on gauging the soft caress of the breeze on her face as she recalibrated her aim. This time she hit the center target, though the arrow was slightly to the right of where she had aimed. With a static target it was perfect, but Eoin had made the point too many times that in a real fight the target would be moving and each milimeter difference in her accuracy would make a significant difference in felling her enemy or merely delivering a flesh wound.

The next time she drew she knocked two arrows in immediate succession, hitting dead center of the target side by side. They were still quivering from the impact when she felt heard Mason's words. Turning she caught a glimpse of his hypnotizing blue eyes and involuntarily smiled at the compliment he paid her.

"You didn't stumble upon any invaders? That's a relief." Taryn half joked with a smile, and swore she could hear Eoin's eyes roll. "Where would I find competition at this time of the morning? Chase?" She glanced at the pup who was eagerly waiting to be acknowledged by the newcomer. He had been sitting happily with Eoin only moments before Mason's arrival, but always felt the urge to sniff and welcome any new male in Taryn's company before allowing them to remain.

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Re: Field Lessons
« Reply #2 on: May 25, 17, 05:03:21 PM »
"Aye,"  Mason began gamely, "There was a distinct lack of stupid bastards to kill in your honor, an' for your glory, so I made due an' finished my walk."  He half-smiled at Eoin, and then turned his eyes back to Taryn.  "I am fair certain one needs thumbs to use a bow."  He dropped to one knee to properly greet the dog, scratching him between the ears, and saying, "No offense, Chase."  Mason rose to his full height, and smiled at his Queen, "Which means you'll have to settle with me, my Queen...I'm not exactly an' expert archer, but I can send an arrow in the right direction, I'm thinkin'."  Mason handed his sword to Eion to hold onto, and rubbed his hands together.


He looked about, and saw the spare bow, probably Eoin's, and took it up, along with a quiver.  He hung the quiver from a post, and stood beside Taryn.  "So, My Queen,"  He nocked an arrow, "What Court idiocy are we in for today?"  Mason lifted the bow, and drew the feathers of the arrow to his cheek.  He did not rush his aim, and he did not close one eye as he sighted down the range.  He released, and the arrow lodged into the target deeply, albeit a bit low.  "Hmm.  Were that a man, there'd be no children for him in the future."  He fired another, and that one was about a handspan higher than the first.  "Better."  Mason fixed his bright eyes on Taryn, "What shall we wager on, my Queen?  Best of five shots?  If that is the game, what are the stakes?"

Mason continued, "No Craft, just pure unaltered skill shots."  He considered things for a moment, and then said, "If I win, we skip a day of Court and do something--enjoyable."  He smirked, the expression almost hidden by his trim and tidy facial hair.  "After all, I am responsible for your happiness as much as your safety."  Having a bit of fun qualified a happiness, and perhaps they would delay having to interview some would be suitor.  Mason disliked the idea, and disliked the prospects even more.




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Re: Field Lessons
« Reply #3 on: May 25, 17, 05:28:00 PM »
Since Chase couldn’t understand the words spoken to him he didn’t have the insight to be offended by Mason’s lack of faith in his abilities. Taryn wondered if she could train him to draw a quiver to help her at practice, just to prove Mason wrong (or to prove he wasn’t entirely correct at least). Table scraps wouldn’t work as an incentive for Chase, though, given that he got those without having to perform any tricks these days. Spoiled pup.

Eoin snapped his finger sat Chase once Mason reached for the quiver and bow. The dog returned to the Master of the Guard’s side and sat immediately, which earned him scratches from the otherwise serious (and often grumpy) Master of the Guard. Taryn hid her indulgent smile by turning to face the targets and watch Mason hit the target, but too low.

“Were you nae aiming for the family Jewels, Mason? I feel like that might discourage men from startin’ wars, or signing on to them, more so than death would.” The second shot was a touch higher but, in Taryn’s opinion, still threatened the reproductive rights of the target. Should targets have the right to reproduce, of course.

“Those terms might make me want to throw the match! A day without Court? Pure delight. Where do I sign up?” Taryn’s laugh was soft but it lit up her face with pleasure. It would be impossible to take a day off; after all a Queen’s work never ended. But certainly the thought tempted her more than any other potential win condition. “Fine, I accept, but if I win you’ll dance a reel at the next gathering of Clans. You’ll dance it with Chase and wearing your kilt in a ladies’ pleat, not a lad’s, aye?” The idea, and mental imagery, of Mason jumping around to a reel while holding Chase and wearing women's wear would keep her well entertained all day.

While a day off sounded delightful she was a dedicated Queen and a competitive woman. She had no intention of losing despite the temptation that Mason provided.

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Re: Field Lessons
« Reply #4 on: May 26, 17, 12:18:25 PM »
Mason respected the Master of the Guard, and how well trained Chase was, despite the Queen's best efforts to spoil the pup.  He liked animals well enough, and was never abusive towards them, but he doubted that he had the patience to train either.  Every time he needed a horse or a hunting dog, they came to him already prepared by someone else.  Mason had a great deal of appreciation for people that could do things that he could not.  For example, he could wield a blade, but he would have trouble forging one, beyong the most basic piece of iron anyway.  He could not make a horseshoe, and he could not make the land prosper, as a Queen could.  That was where things had begun for him and Taryn, respect and friendship, and in time--something else.

"Well, no, I wasnae aiming, but it would still stop an enemy I'd say.  It would take a mighty codpiece to stop this bow."  He laughed, "I don't think we want that kind of reputation, My Queen...'what them? Hell No, they constantly aim for the crotch!'.  It's not the best war cry we could have."  Mason shook his head at this shots, "I'm a wee bit out of practice, so the advantage seems to be yours."  He half-smiled, "Oh, I know Court ain't your favorite thing in the world, but sometimes you need to let someone else in the hot seat, aye?  Lest the people take ya for granted."

Mason grumbled, "I didn't come to ya to be emasculated, My Queen."  He shook his head, before adjusting the terms.  "I'll dance the reel, in a lady's pleat with you, if I must wear women's clothes.  Besides which, Chase ain't here to protect himself."  He smiled, "But if you insist on this ruination, I'll be forced to agree, it was my own idea after all."  Mason offered his hand for the wager, and then after a handshake with the Queen, took another practice shot that hit the mark.  "Oh, that seems better."

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Re: Field Lessons
« Reply #5 on: May 26, 17, 05:47:21 PM »
“What about a different war cry? ‘Off with their bollocks!’” Taryn shouted perhaps too loudly as Chase barked his agreement. A glance at Eoin showed that the Master of the Guard was struggling to keep a stoic face as his Queen shouted about balls before he’d taken his morning coffee. Amusement flickered in his eyes but he managed, despite her best efforts, to maintain the stoic façade he was so well known for.

Mason’s counter proposal was fair enough and Taryn couldn’t help but laugh as she shook his hand. As far as she was concerned their little wager would be win-win for her. Either she’d be spirited away from Court for the day or she’d have endless amusement at Mason’s expense. She’d half a mind to counter his counter proposal by switching the ladies’ pleat for Chase, because she could only imagine Mason having to carry the good natured beast through the steps of a reel. Another dog would have objected to such treatment but Taryn suspected Chase would enjoy it, if only for the attention.

“It seems I now have a battle worth fighting for.” Taryn declared as she watched him take a far more accurate practise shot. “Are we shooting for best of 3 arrows?” She questioned and knocked another practice arrow herself.

“Off with their bollocks!” She shouted her new war cry with unabashed humour. The soft whisk of the fletching brushed her cheek as the arrow was released, and hit her mark dead centre once more.  “I suppose my aim is off if I had hoped to unman the opponent.” She mused afterwards as she turned to face Mason with a cocky grin.

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Re: Field Lessons
« Reply #6 on: May 31, 17, 03:33:33 PM »
Mason smiled slowly, and then laughed, particularly when he noticed the Master of the Guard restraining himself.  "Maybe such a cry would keep the real fools from darkening our gate."  He disliked those that came sniffing around his Queen, simply because she was his Queen, and he was sure he could come up with pragmatic reasons as well.  He was a Warlord Prince, being territorial was part of his nature.  Mason smirked, "I can spell it out in the Old Tongue and put it on a banner, aye?"

He was not without a sense of humor, in fact, he had a pretty good one, he thought, even if it ran towards more earthy matters.  Everyone wanted a piece of Taryn, or at least, that was how it seemed to him.  It was more than simply politics, it was expectation, and more besides.  Mason still had a bad taste in his mouth from the last Clan that ran Denford, and it seemed to him that people quickly forgot.  Taryn was not only a better Queen, she was a better person, though it was possible he was not subjective in this viewpoint.  Taking her away from Court would be a small victory, and dancing with a dog is not entirely a loss.

Mason chuckled at his Queen's comment, "Did ya think I'd make it easy?"  He had no intention of doing that.  Taryn would take him to task if he let her win, and he wanted to get her out of Court for a day.  "Aye, best of three seems about right.  Eion can be the judge if we come up too close for our eyes."  He sighted down his arrow, and waited for Taryn to take her first shot.  He was glad he did, because her battle cry made him grin, and he had to lower the bow for a moment, to regain his concentration.  Mason's eyebrows rose at her expression, "Well now, Lass, don't count your victories before they've hatched an' all that."

He aimed again, and breathed out with the release, resisting the temptation to aim low just for the sake of a running joke.  His arrow plunked into the center of his target, and he looked satisfied.  "So, where would ya like to go on your outing?  Perhaps on a hunt?  There's a few stags hereabouts that could stand to be unmanned."

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Re: Field Lessons
« Reply #7 on: Jun 11, 17, 08:53:24 AM »
The idea of a banner hanging in her Great Hall that declared “off with their bollocks” made Taryn laugh heartily. “Yes, let’s have that banner placed in the Great Hall! There are few left who speak the Old Tongue fluently that it will cause endless confusion and hilarity for all in the Court. Though, I do have to wonder, is there a word in the Old Tongue that translates to ‘bollocks’ with the correct connotation?” After all, the world bollocks certainly rolled off the tongue with more amusement than balls, or testicles. Taryn thought it best to keep that last thought to herself less her Master of the Guard have a fit of apoplexy in listening to the Queen speak of such sordid details. She needed Eoin alive, after all, given the trying times in the Territory and Province at large.
 
Taryn watched with amusement as Mason reacted to her battle cry. She had a brief moment of hope that she would have thrown him off the shot with such antics, but she was disappointed when he sank the arrow into the center of the target.
 
“Is that how victories are born, Prince? By hatching?” Taryn teased and watched his second arrow hit center mass again. They were well matched, the Queen and Warlord Prince, at least when it came to bows and arrows. Taryn was still rubbish with a sword and the only skills she displayed with knives came at the dinner table. Eoin had declared her hopeless, but never had given up on her training, and neither had Mason. She considered them great fools to continue but never argued when it meant she was able to spend time outdoors and in their company.
 
Taryn knocked her second arrow and took a single deep breath before releasing both it and the arrow. It flew and hit center mass, but just on the lower edge. The man would be dead and possibly unmanned at the same time if the target had been alive. She frowned, silently cursing Mason’s ability to distract her from the game.
 
“You forgot one thing when you made the bet, Mason.” She pulled the third arrow from the quiver. “That if I lose you’ll have to be the one to explain to Osin why I’m behind on the paperwork he’s given me.” With a raised eyebrow, a declaration of her challenge, she let the third arrow fly and it sunk dead center once more. The four in the middle were quite crowded making her second shot look out of place.

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Re: Field Lessons
« Reply #8 on: Jun 11, 17, 06:39:44 PM »
Mason smiled when Taryn laughed.  It was his job, after all, to keep the Queen happy.  It really was funny, however, and he wondered how quickly he could find someone to make a banner for him to those specifications.  He would hang it up in the Hall where Taryn could see it while enduring affairs of state.  He was not sure the rest of his fellow Males in his Queen’s court would appreciate the joke, but it would be worth the investment even without them being in on it.  ”No, nothin’ is exactly ‘bollocks’, but I’m after thinkin’ we can find an—what’s the fancy word, aye?”  He lowered his bow for a moment, ”An approximation, that’s the one.  We’ll get as close as we can, an’ I’m thinkin’ the right folk can connect the dots, like you an’ I an’ Eoin here.”

He shrugged, ”Hatchin’ plannin’.  You don’t want all the eggs in one basket, after all.”  Mason smirked slightly, and regarded his second shot with satisfaction, watching as Taryn nocked and fired her own arrow.  Her form was spot on, as well as distracting, but Mason was detached enough to recognized that the lessons were paying off.  He was not one of those Males that believed that he would always be near his Queen when she needed him, if nothing else, he was absolutely going to have to take a piss sometime, and he would not be by her side when he did.  Knowing she could keep herself alive for any amount of time could only be an advantage.  ”Oh, do not frown so.  That’s a fine shot, if a wee bit low.  It would give even the bravest lad somethin’ to think about in the face of our new banner.”

Mason laughed, ”Osin will understand the need for the Queen to enjoy a simple day.”  He tilted his head slightly, his bright eyes on hers.  ”All work an’ no play…you  ken the rest.”  He waited for her to make her final shot, and now it was his turn to frown slightly.  Dancing with the dog, for the Queen’s amusement, or out for a ride for the Queen’s amusement.  Mason’s was not an archery expert, he could certainly hit a target, even a moving one, but there were plenty that were better, and they were trying to make the Queen one of them.  Mason lined up his shot, brought the feathers of the arrow back to his cheek, and considered the impact on his Queen’s confidence.  He fired; making an accurate shot by any standard, but was low in the field, a touch lower than the Queen’s.  Mason cursed, and then looked to the heavens, ”Dancin' it is, I suppose.”



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Re: Field Lessons
« Reply #9 on: Oct 21, 17, 04:46:11 PM »
Taryn had no doubt in Mason’s skills at acquiring such a banner. It would bring a little lightness to an otherwise stressful room in the Keep, and it would bring a smile to her face when she thought of her First Escort and the banner. Perhaps she might persuade him to hold off raising the banner until after she’d selected her Consort. They’d been discussing creating a tight alliance with neighbouring and powerful clans in an effort to further secure Taryn’s rule of Denford. She suspected that if her suitors were faced with such a banner that they might grow concerned for the more delicate part of their anatomy when around the Queen.

The disappointment of her second shot was banished by Mason’s well time joke and she had to smile in response to his wit. Indeed, their enemies would have to think twice about trying to face Taryn in battle if they heard her new battle cry was to be “off with their bollocks”!

Taryn watched as Mason knocked the arrow for his last shot. She watched with surprising jealousy as the fletching of the arrow caressed his cheek and his exhaled breath teased the feathers. She’d always appreciated Mason as more than just her First Escort but given her role as Queen she’d been careful not to indulge on too many fantasies surrounding the males in her Court and of her acquaintance. The role of Queen’s Consort was often one best reserved for alliance building, especially in the Territory of Scelt. And Mason and Clan Collins were secure in their loyalty to Taryn and Clan Kerry.

“Dancin’ it will be.” Taryn concluded, a hint of disappointment in her tone. “I’ll promise you a dance tonight if you make an elegant turn about the room with Chase.” She couldn’t let him have all the fun, after all. And the temptation to be held in his arms during a sprightly country reel was too powerful to ignore.

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Re: Field Lessons
« Reply #10 on: Oct 24, 17, 11:42:18 AM »
Mason found Taryn's wit and strength to be a delight.  In his mind, she was what a Queen ought to be.  She was a leader, certain of herself, and near as he could tell, willing to shore up where she was uncertain with those who were.  Men like himself, or the watcful Eoin, or some others.  He disliked the idea of 'suitors', it rankled him to think that his Queen, his Queen, was somehow on the market.  If Mason believed that a flag or banner would put off such men, he would have it made and flying from the tower within the hour.  He took a breath, and kept the sour notes from his expression, smiling slightly, looking amused, even if his singularly bright eyes lingered on his Queen for a moment or two longer than normal.  Once again, he reminded himself of his duty, which did very little to help the tenor of his thoughts.

He did not wish for Taryn to think she was somehow diminished in his or anyone else's eyes for a less than perfect shot.  Mason had always been a proponent of teaching a woman to defend themselves, and hsi Queen was no exception.  He would be her shield until his dying breath, but nothing said she couldn't send a few arrows overhead to help him do that.  Mason was pleased to see her smile.  The last thing anyone needed was to undermine the work his Queen had already done.  Times were changing, and had changed, and Taryn would only become inreasingly important, and increasingly more endangered by the circumstances of her position.  That was just the way it was, which was why he believed he should be by her side, and to Hell with suitors.

Mason chuckled softly at Taryn's words, and the slight disappointment.  Before he could think the better of it and the company nearby, he replied easily.  "I'll be as elegant as ye like with as many hounds as ye can find if a dance with you is waitin' on the other side."  He smiled at the end of those words, and cursed his mouth as if it had a mind of its own.  He set the bow aside, and turned back to the Queen, hoping that he had not embarrassed himself too much with that comment.  He had meant every word of it, but he had certainly not meant to say that out loud where others could hear.  "Are you after more time with the bow, or does winnin' our wager make ye feel accomplished enough to stretch your legs a bit, My Queen?"

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Re: Field Lessons
« Reply #11 on: Oct 07, 18, 09:02:40 AM »
Where other girls had been raised with stories of happily ever after, Taryn had been raised on stories that punctuated the concepts of duty, loyalty and honour. She was a pragmatic Queen who truly understood her role within the Province and the Clan. And in both cases the seat of power she held needed shoring up from external sources. Alliances in Scelt were always a difficult and tricky business, primarily because the Sceltic memories were long and at one point in a lengthy Territory history Clan Kerry had likely insulted or scuffled with most clans in Denford. They would never have come to power without stepping over other Clans and claiming that which was not entirely theirs to claim.

Though there was a rebellious voice in her soul that regularly suggested she should compete for her own hand, alliances be damned. But what would she do if she won? It was foolish to harbour such thoughts, especially with Mason in her vicinity distracting her with his humour and loyalty, because her thoughts naturally, and unfairly, included him in those ”what if” scenarios.

Taryn was grateful when Mason turned away to place his bow down as it gave her a moment to compose herself after his comments. He’d dance with as many hounds as she wanted? The image she painted in her mind was glorious, but the blush that briefly touched her cheeks spoke of hidden emotions she hardly could afford to acknowledge. Though the blush had vanished by the time he turned back around she couldn’t hide the smile that had blossomed on her lips at the mental image of Mason and Chase sharing a dance in the Great Hall of Kerry Keep.

“Isn’t there a sayin’? One should quit while they’re ahead.” Taryn laughed quietly. “Perhaps that’s enough for one day, aye?” She placed her own bow down as well, carefully to avoid damaging the finely strung weapon, and turned around to Mason, once again in control of her facial expressions and emotions.

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Re: Field Lessons
« Reply #12 on: Oct 23, 18, 01:49:32 PM »
Mason wondered if Taryn understood how much he could feel through their Bond.  He wondered if she realized how keenly aware of that connection he really was.  The Bond, her Scent, their constant exposure to each other had made him a Taryn Kerry expert.  He read of her was not perfect, because she could surprise him from time to time, but it was probably the best the Court had to offer.  He could sense it when she blushed, when there was a moment of tension between them that he or she pretended to miss.  It was a frustrating dance that they made together, arguably no more or less comical than him dancing with a dog.  At least he and Chase knew exactly where the stood with each other.

”Aye, there is, but I’ve ne’er been one for what ye’d be callin’ ‘popular wisdom’.”  He smiled at her and watched her turn away to rack the bow and take a moment before turning back to him.  He regarded her calmly and quietly, for a moment, then two, and then three.  His impossibly bright blue eyes studying her as though he might finally say something about what he was thinking and feeling.  Of course, he did not.  Coward.  He harshly thought at himself.  Duty.  He tried to let himself off the hook with that notion, but failed for the most part.  It was a common conversation he had with himself.

Mason inclined his head, ”But aye, let’s call it quits an’ take our walk.”  He offered Taryn his arm and walked her along their usual path, making a show of checking in on the guards and the men and women that kept the palace running for all of them.  Mason smiled by her side, enjoying her company, and never once did he bother to mention ’Suitors’.

/THE END