“Zuplikon.” Sacrifice. - 57/100 Themes.
Sometimes trying to be a good person means you’ll end up doing bad things. Bohren sees being a knight as a route to manhood, but really it depends on what kind of person you serve.
For once, the throne room of Aneral was quiet. The Brennan Royal Guard which had protected the Auster family for generations had over a thousand men, but only the most trusted would be selected to attend to the crown prince. Fenne wanted this ceremony to be private. He thought it would be best to keep the identities of his personal bodyguards secret. He stood and drew his sword.
“Thank you, all of you. I am sure you understand why you are here today,” he nodded. “Today, I am no longer a schoolboy but a true prince in my own right. You have all demonstrated your skills, but more importantly, you have demonstrated your loyalty. Therefore, I am going to reward you with the most elite, military position you can possibly obtain - my personal guard.”
Bohren shifted in his military uniform. This should be an honor. This was the moment he had been waiting for his entire life. Yet all he could think about were his fingers. Even with his gloves on, they were so cold. He wrung them together to try and keep warm as Fenne called names of the other twenty men in the room. Each approached the throne in turn. Bohren knew many of these men. Although they differed in skill, they all came from the longest lines of Brennan nobility. Fenne called his name.
Bohren clutched his hands, walked down the center aisle and knelt at the prince’s feet. Fenne touched the sword to his left shoulder. “Do you swear your allegiance to your kingdom?”
“In all trials, you highness,” he nodded, repeating the same words the other men before him had said.
He touched the blade to his right shoulder. “Do you swear your first loyalty is to myself, your prince?”
“There is no other.”
Finally, he let the tip of the weapon rest on the crown of Bohren’s head. “Do you swear that, should the day arise, you will sacrifice all that you have and are for the state?”
“On my life.” He forced a smile.
“Rise, Bohren, as Lord of Tabir, member of the Order of House Auster.”
Bohren made the god’s sign across his chest and joined the others in line.