Nokigon gently dismounted his horse, filled with awe now that he could see the senate close up.It was a mighty building, created with pure white marble. There was gentle steps leading up to the building, which was supported by marble pillars. The building was in a simple style. A high roof, made out of light red clay, framed a beautiful glass window.. Sun from another window caught the sun's rays beautifully, bathing the building in a soft yellow light.
Gentle statues of previous kings adorned the wall, but in the centre, larger than the others, was one statue instantly recognisable. King Sigurd, his features captured for all eternity.
Nokigon shook his head to stop admiring the features, and continued onwards. After a few moments encounter with a few spearmen on guard, Nokigon was approaching the court of King Sigurd.
*
"Enter!" There was that voice again, the voice that had interrogated him on the fields before Centrum. Sigurd's voice. Nokigon fought a wave of dizziness as he realized he was about to meet his King.
Then he pushed upon the two oak doors, and surveyed the man in charge of his entire world.
The Golden Throne of Centrum is a marvelous thing. It cost a fortune in gold, and was ordaned with gems and jewelery fine enough to feed an entire region for a day. But Nokigon's eyes were drawn much more to the King.
King Sigurd was young, very young in fact. Nokigon would wager that he was about 18. But there was a deep wisdom in his eyes, wisdom that Nokigon usually connected to old men long past their prime.
He had jet black hair, with a simple golden crown sitting on top. His eyes were a light blue colour. His face was unblemished, but his hands were the hands of a warrior.
He was tall, almost as tall as Nokigon himself, as a matter of fact. He wore a simple black leather doublet, with black trousers. His tunic, however, was white. The material was simple, but of brilliant quality.
His boots were soft brown, made out out of leather. Again, simple but expensive.
His sword handle was made out of steel, lined with gold. There was a ruby set into the pommel, and the scabbard was made out of a light wood- mahogany, perhaps.
The man made brilliant first impressions. Nokigon would see about the impressions he made during a conversation.
"Greetings, Nokigon, Bane of the Blood Reavers!" King Sigurd called across the hall, his face moving into a warm smile. "Come, sit down here." King Sigurd gestured to a chair. "We have much to discuss."
Nokigon inclined his head, then strode over to sit in the chair.
"First of all, I'd like to thank to you for protecting my Kingdom from the Blood Reavers. Those.... those beasts are monstrous. You have done a great service to the Kingdom, and avenged the death of Lord Asmund." King Sigurd leaned forward, and there was genuine sympathy in his voice. "At great personal cost." King Sigurd's voice was gentle and soft. He then leant backwards again.
"Secondly, I would like to point out to you that I am NOT stupid, and I know to keep an eye on my barons. I have a dozen spies in all major cities around Illyria at all times, and I know full well of my cousin's ineptitude." King Sigurd sighed. "He is my family, though, and I must honour him in some way. But he is not cut out for most worthy jobs. I really am at a loss with what to do with him." King Sigurd stared into space, but Nokigon was surprised. He knew exactly what to do with him.
"The Great Library." King Sigurd looked up, surprised. Nokigon continued; "Make him the Keeper of the Great Library. Then he can do something he enjoys and is good at."
King sigurd considered the idea, then nodded in appreciation. "Not bad- not bad at all. But anyway, now I come onto the full reason why I asked you to come here."
Nokigon rose an eyebrow, and leant forward. "Go on."
King Sigurd smiled. "How would you like to become the captain of the Royal Guard of Centrum?"
Nokigon's jaw dropped. He stared at Kin Sigurd with pure shock. The Royal Guard were the people who protected Centrum. They were the elite. The Swordmasters. And he was being asked to captain them?
King Sigurd grinned. "What do you say?"
Nokigon finally regained control of his mouth, and blurted out: "YES!" King Sigurd's grin widened. "There is only one test that you must undergo." Nokigon looked at him with interest, having completely regained control of himself.
King Sigurd continued: "Tomorrow, at noon, you must participate in a series of duels. I will personally judge your perfomance."
Nokigon stood, and bowed deeply. "Your Majesty."
King Sigurd inclined his head. "Dismissed. A servant can bring you to your room." Nokigon turned and strode for the exit, his thoughts full of how lucky he and the rest of Illyria was to have such a mighty King. But then, as he turned the corner, he paused, as he saw the most beautiful woman in the world. He knew immediately who she must be.
The King's wife, Queen Susan, was a young woman with light blonde hair. Her eyes were the very image of kindness and beauty- a warm, gentle green. Her clothes were the very image of finery- flowing clothes, made from silk and other materials.
Nokigon's head swam. He found himself staring, and quickly shook his head. But as he passed her, her eyes met his and she gave a mysterious little smile. Then she continued onwards.
Nokigon sighed. He had a nasty feeling that then couple of months (if he got his job) would be uncomfortable.
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