Immediately following this, Roderick seeks out his fellow squire, Donnel Rhysling. With the excitement still surrounding him, he approached the Reachman, a smile on his face.
"Holy fuck, Donnel, what just happened."
Posted Nov 25, 2018, 5:24 PM UTC
After his conversation with Donnel Rhysling, Roderick seeks out his master and King, Baelor Targaryen.
[M] Idk if I should tag the KG members or not
[M] its fine!
Baelor seeking out his squire was all smiles as the Riverlands boy approached him. "Roderick! Roderick Rivers. You have shown quite the performance today!"
He smiled at the compliment, giving a quick bow. "Thank you, your Grace, hopefully I can replicate that again in the future," Roderick said, chuckling.
"I feel quite bad honestly. I've robbed over a dozen competent boys of getting a chance to be your squire."
"My boy, you did not rob them. You showed them to what they must strive too. You have set the standard for the young lords of Westeros with your win today." He chuckled aloud for a moment. "Truthfully you've now come to set a higher standard on myself more than anything."
Standard for the young lords of Westeros.
He, a bastard, had set a standard, as said by the King himself. It was hard not to feel proud, even somewhat, and he let a smile slip past.
"Thank you, Your Grace. Seems I may have set a standard for myself now as well. Just another reason to win every other tourney in the future I suppose."
Roderick than straightened his back and cleared his throat, before speaking again. "If it's no trouble, I was wondering if I could make a request, in the place of a reward."
"What happened was," He started, breath still a bit ragged and tired from the fight. "You beat me... you beat and then you beat my cousin in the melee." There was much and more disappointed in that, efforts to be the best of the King's squire failing already. Grandfather would be upset if he was still alive to see this.
"You, a king's squire, won the prize of being a king's squire." He scoffed, shoving the boy on the shoulder. "Congratulations, Roderick."
"Your father eliminated my uncle in the joust, I was only repaying the favor," said Roderick, jokingly winking at Donnel. "In all honesty, I couldn't tell what was going on half the time, most of it was just a blur. It's almost a miracle I didn't fly off into the crowd at some point."
A smile of pride flashed on his face. "But thanks, you did well too. Next time we need to promise not to face each other. Hours of training doesn't make our moves exactly the most unpredictable."
The prize was something he hadn't even thought of. "I wonder what will happen now, Baelor can't make me a squire again. I'd be happy with nothing honestly."
"Agreed," He replied eagerly, less because of his reasoning and more because he would likely go farther if he had no need to worry about his friend knocking him out.
"Maybe, he will give it to my cousin for getting second place, since you can't have it." He gave a small innocent smile. "That would be nice... I haven't gotten to meet Mathias before now, and then... it can be the two younger squires ganging up to beat the oldest." Oh, that innocence quickly faded to be replaced by a playful wickedness in his eyes as he whacked the back of Roderick's knee with flat of the blunted sword he still carried. And he did not plan to let it go anytime soon, this he would keep as a reminder of his first tourney.
"Funny enough, I was going to ask His Grace if Mathias could have it. He's young and was able to make it to second place, plus it's not fair for me to have denied someone the chance to be squired by the King himself."
"Had no clue he was your cousin though. Might change my mind then, I don't think I could handle both of you at once. Maybe one of my cousin's would be better suited for ganging up on you." He said jokingly. In truth, he'd enjoy having another squire around. They had been three squires under his uncle, so why not under the King as well.
The hit to the back of his knee had not been expected, so he buckled slightly from it. He quickly recovered, laughing slightly. "Don't make me beat you in a fight again, I'll do it!"
"Ha! As if one of your cousins would ever be able to become a king's squire. You were just lucky you were able to become one." He teased, egging him on a bit with a poke to his side with the blunted blade. "You just wait until the next tourney... actually do you think his grace will attend the Swann wedding in the Stormlands? My father is going and says there will be a tourney there as well."