[774] – Y03.074 – Vonda of East Lake I

[774] – Y03.074 – Vonda of East Lake I

Jaygak sipped the fruit wine slowly, feeling the warmth of the alcohol flow through her. The sweetness of the fruit wine danced against her tongue, washing away the taste of the roasted honeyed meat. She placed down her cup, slowly turning it within her hand, her eyes glued to the cup.

‘Since Kitool is there, there should be no trouble...’

His eyes fell to Lucy and Mara, who would be watched over by Jaygak that day. ‘Since Jaygak is there, there should be no trouble.’ Jurot’s fingers twitched, wondering if there would be noble blood spilled that day.

‘Since Kitool is there, there should be no trouble.’

It was a different sentiment than the one Jaygak expressed, for Jaygak was not quite so bloodthirsty.

“Jaygak,” Laygak called. “Will you spar with me this morning?”

“Jurot will spar with you,” Jaygak replied.

Laygak’s eyes fell to Jurot, who nodded, before the young man smiled. It was better for him to spar with Jurot since he had already sparred with his cousin so much already.

Jurot could feel the expectant gazes of the other Iyrmen upon him. He supposed he could spar with them that day, though he wouldn’t be able to handle them all. Jaygak smirked towards him, glancing towards Lucy and Mara, who could assist him, though probably didn’t wish to bring attention to themselves.

‘Should I offer to spar too?’ Fred thought, his eyes swallowing the sight of the Iyrmen, before they ended up at Nirot. His eyes fell to Nirot. ‘No, I’m too weak.’

Jurot looked towards the others, from Jonn, to Nobby, to Fred. He could ask them to assist, though technically Fred was considered weaker than the Iyrmen, and no doubt it would have been considered bullying.

Nirot thought about teasing Jurot, but realised he was already doing them a kindness with sparring them. If they teased him, he may use Phantom against them, cutting their spars short. Though, being struck by Phantom, which had even cut Lord Shama, would have been quite the story.

Jonn thought about how much Adam was going around without him, a Guardian who had sworn his oaths to the half elf...

The air within the carriage was filled with an awkwardness, and not the awkwardness of Adam, but the awkwardness of seriousness. The half elf’s eyes were glued to the woman, who wore her vestments. Adam wondered if he had seen her in her vestments before, but couldn’t recall a time. They were almost pure white, with silver embroidery all across the trim. They seemed so soft to the touch, not that Adam would have dared to cop a feel from the good Sir Vonda.

‘They’re right about people in uniform,’ Adam thought. ‘Should I get a uniform? Would I be able to find someone if I wear some vestments of death? Would the women into the God of Death be utterly crazy?’ Adam paused his thoughts only for a moment.

Kitool’s ears twitching upon hearing the near silent words from Adam. ‘...’

Vonda furrowed her brows, falling out of her thoughts upon Adam’s whisper. ‘A cloth mommy?’ Vonda flushed slightly, wondering if he was talking about her.

Adam sighed. ‘I want to talk about my adorable kids so bad, but they’ll just think I’m cringe. At least if it was all guys, I could be cringe.’

The carriage continued its journey through the roads of East Port, stopping every so often, before the group slowed down to a near crawl. Vonda barely glanced to the side, noting the familiar scenery, before letting out a soft exhale. She clasped her hands together and began to pray.

Adam’s eyes fell between Vonda and her parents. ‘...’

“I have come with another intention, Baron,” the young priest said. “I will inform the administration of my wish.”

“It’s a perfect wish,” the Baron stated, flashing a white smile. “Sir William of the Thunder Riders is a more than capable young man, and with his prestige, and future accomplishments, there is no doubt he is a grand fit for you.”

‘...’ Adam furrowed his brows. ‘Sir William? Thunder Riders?’

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‘Why does that name sound so familiar?’

Then his eyes snapped to Sir Vonda, having realised what the topic was about. ‘I didn’t hear about a marriage.’

“I have come with the intention to inform you I intend to give up the family name.”

“Vonda...” the Baron stared at her, as though he was struck by a slap. “Vonda, what are you saying? To give up your family name...”

“I am a Priest of Life’s Rose,” Vonda said. “I will give myself to Mother Soza.”

“Think about what you are saying, my dear,” the Baron said, carefully, his eyes full of displeasure. “We have found you a suitable marriage partner in Sir William, you have been promised to him.”

Adam tilted his head to the side, suddenly full of heat, but he closed his eyes and crossed his arms. ‘Calm down.’

“He may marry another woman who better suits him.”

“Vonda, my dear,” the nobleman said, his eyes falling between the two beside her. He recognised one of them, and though the handsome man seemed familiar, he couldn’t quite place him. “You can’t do this. You have to think of your duty, not just to Mother Soza, but to us, your parents who raised you.”

“It was the order which raised me into the woman I am,” she snapped back.

“Vonda, you are our only child, you must fulfil your duty. What would Bartholomew-,”

“You!” came a vicious voice, one which had caused even Adam to sit upright, his eyes snapping to the side.

Adam had known Vonda for years, a young woman who had joined him during his first year within this land. In all that time, Adam had never seen her face so red hot, nor her eyes so eager to spill blood.

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