(i know we updated to New Medieval, so this isn't all correct, but... i don't want to rewrite it, so we can just take the basic knowledge as still true and stuff))
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Rowan sat back in her chair, and took a deep breath. She assumed that Neo might also be listening, so spoke slightly louder for him. ""So, I assume you've heard of Britain? Which rose up in recent times under the strong High King Aldwin? Well, my mother is Gwendolyn, his queen. It was in the time that the war with Rome happened that I was conceived. It was when Aldwins right hand man was King, as he had disappeared. For the safety of her unborn children, and hope that Aldwin would return, Gwendolyn stayed as his queen. There she gave birth to Fenor and Helen, children of Aldwin. I was a child of the fill in king. Once Aldwin came back, I was the illegitimate princess. Luckily, Aldwin is a kind man, and took me as his own.
As I grew up, I found myself following in my mother's footsteps with her love for riding, and not being the perfect Princess and woman people were looking for. Perhaps if I had been more like Helen...""
Rowan shook her head, ""No matter. I am the way I am. Anyways. The people couldn't accept me like they did my mother. I enjoyed hunting, was always a mess and hardly ever wore dresses. And I'm not pretty like my mother. I'm quite plain. She could still a man or woman with a look...
But because of that I left the palace when I was 14. I left with only telling one person in advance, so no one could stop me. I don't think they would have, looking back on it now. My family knew I was restless. Perhaps it was because I was afraid if I told my mother I was leaving the look on her face would have made me stay. I didn't want to stay.
So, I chopped off all my hair, and instead of Rowan Stonewall I became Roman Stone - the son of a small lord who wanted to be a knight.""
Rowan rubbed her hands together, the hard callouses reminding her off alll the broken bones, blood, and hurting that went into that dream.
""I went to a far away manor that trained young boys to be knights. I started late - everyone else began at 12 - and shouldn't have made it. But, I worked hard and pushed myself past my limits. In the eight years I spent there, only... only four people knew my secret.
In those eight years was the Great War. It ravaged all of Britain... I suppose Rome hadn't been beaten down completely all those years ago... and in that war I made a name for myself, I suppose. In a battle, my group was outnumbered 1 to 6. We should have all died - our commander had been struck down, and everyone looked like lost sheep. I raised my shield and called the troops to me, and turned the tide of the war. That was the battle at Tych - the battle that ended the war. My blade was the steel that kissed the High Commanders neck, and ended the fight and war.
But, because I didn't want attention drawn to myself, I let someone else take my victory. I wasn't Roman who won the war. I was simply a warrior, not that there is any shame there.""
Rowan pulled out her blade, and thumbed the sharp metal, ""I have killed. I have struck people down with my sword and arrows, and lived to tell the tale. It makes me sick every time, but in war, there is no choice. It's either kill or be killed."" She sheathed the sword, and continued on.
""By this time I was 22. The manor knew it was I who won the war, but begrudgingly let another take the victory and promised not to tell. They didn't know why, but agreed. I knew it was time to leave, then. I was a full fledged knight, with my shield and all, and could go where I pleased. Only problem - I was still flat out broke. I have a way with horses, and made my money off of training them, and hunting, along with an occasional job. From there I've gone from town to town, until the town here... and well... you know the rest.""
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