King Kormwind, tenth of that name. Looked upon the kid that had tried to drive a blade into him.
"What lord sent you?"
The kid shook their head, eyes wide with terror, their thin hands still grasping at a blade long since removed from them.
"Alright, first food, then medical care, then a bath and rest. Then I find out what idiot needs correcting this time." -- Lessons
His dad had warned him about shit like this. He told it as the tale of the young lout in the squash court, but the moral was plain. Sooner or later, his own muscle memory was going to nearly fucking kill some poor sod who didn't deserve it.
This particular whelp had managed to sneak into the castle grounds dressed as one of the Castle Boys. She had a paring knife hidden in her belt, which she almost cut off in the act of trying to draw it and then stab him.
King Kormwind Arachis Felbourne Whitekeep, tenth of the name, was known to his friends and immediate family as Dex. He'd also been taught by a Master of the Art of Shadows since he could walk.
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