( not that fitz has any intention, nor any talent, towards poetry.
in any case, it's a disquieting question, in large part because the true answer means reflecting back on thirty years of life, to the reign of king shrewd farseer who once offered a dirty young boy, smelling of dog and horse from sleeping among the hounds in his stables, his grandson by blood if not birthright, the opportunity to exchange his lifelong loyalty for the idea of a family if not the execution of one. he wanted for very little, growing up. a bastard in the family, but a room in the castle, clothes and education and mentoring and training, and all it cost him was his life.
why did he serve that king, and that king's son, and that king's wife, and that wife's son? because they're his grandfather, his uncle, his auntie, his nephew (his son). because he's eternally on the outside looking in. )
Because I like his horses, and he pays me fairly. More than fairly.
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( not that fitz has any intention, nor any talent, towards poetry.
in any case, it's a disquieting question, in large part because the true answer means reflecting back on thirty years of life, to the reign of king shrewd farseer who once offered a dirty young boy, smelling of dog and horse from sleeping among the hounds in his stables, his grandson by blood if not birthright, the opportunity to exchange his lifelong loyalty for the idea of a family if not the execution of one. he wanted for very little, growing up. a bastard in the family, but a room in the castle, clothes and education and mentoring and training, and all it cost him was his life.
why did he serve that king, and that king's son, and that king's wife, and that wife's son? because they're his grandfather, his uncle, his auntie, his nephew (his son). because he's eternally on the outside looking in. )
Because I like his horses, and he pays me fairly. More than fairly.