Let The Games Begin [Open]

[Mèrida de Olindian]

Arryn was six now, and had been for a week. It meant he was training along with his father and some of the approved men on how to be a knight. How to fight and hold a sword. It would be a skill mostly used for ceremonial uses, and tournaments, but even so as his mother she did on occasion came out to sit in the pulps to clap, cheer and pretend to be impressed at his achievements.

While she sat there and clapped her hands at his newest sword action he had learned, she could not help but to think of him as he would be when he was king. A strong king! She would see that he would be. One that the people would love, and that held the strength to rule over the whole land as the true heir to Olindia would be meant too! She had sent the assassin to rid them of the strong king in Summer Land, and news had returned only a month hence that the king was dead. His widow was even now weakening the army and shaking the people's faith in the de Bors. Soon they would be ready for a stronger rule.

An Olindian rule.

Hearing someone approach, Mèrida turned her head to see who else had come to watch the men.