Yvain tiptoed as he approached Burn's tent, tray of breakfast in hand for his guardians and a little somethira sweet for his master. To be ho, he had hought he would experiehose feelings again—the ones he felt the m after his parents had a big fight.
He was only five when he first witnessed Belezak and Madeline having a majument. He couldn't recall the reason, but the aftermath was etched in his memory: his parents not smiling at each other, the awkward atmosphere lingering around them.
Now, in his early teenage years, he realized how much he despised those moments as he experiehem once more. That was why he had 'run away' the previous night to train.
Turning to the Round Table members watg from a distahey fshed him a thumbs up, nodding for encement.
Bang the tray with one hand, Yvaihe other to opeerance, only to be startled by a fsh of light refleg off a short bde held by the alert, fresh-from-bed Burn—
"Ah! It's me, Your Majesty!" Yvain excimed.
Now he uood why he was the one chosen to approach the tent. No other men dared to e his hot spot.
The man was still half-leaning, half-sitting in his bed, clearly just awakened for a split sed. He was naked, with his lower body covered by the quilt, sp bed hair and a sharp, slightly tired look on his face.
His abrupt movement stirred the woman sleeping on the same small makeshift bed beside him, Man, who quickly grabbed the quilt to cover her previously exposed upper body. But her rea was only half as fast as Burn's, before she let out a whimper of pain.
"Master, are you okay?" After his eyes adjusted to the dim light ihe tent, Yvain could see how red and bruised her body was.
Suddenly, the boy's bloodshot eyes tur Burn, who cleared his throat. "Put the food there and give us a minute, son."
Uain, Yvain obeyed his words and began to sloroach the table to set down the food, silently to see if they were still arguing.
"Sorry," Burn whispered as he kissed Man and tenderly embraced her body. Infusing her with his Forergy, the marks and bruises quickly disappeared. He knew she could heal herself, but he still chose to do it anyway.
After whispering, "Eat breakfast and then go back to sleep," he released her.
He the Yvain’s eyes again. “Go on, boy. I’ll meet you outside.”
Yvain quied his pace, but before heading out, he asked nervously, “Did you make up? A-are you still fighting?”
Man rose from the bed, turning to the boy, smiling, though with a pale face. “We’re not fighting anymore, Yvain. Wait outside, okay?”
The boy nodded, a big smile on his face, and ran out cheerfully toward the Round Table members, exg, “They made up!”
There was a genuine collective relieved sigh in the encampment that m.
Burn had slept well, which was why he hadn’t realized it was Yvain’s footsteps approag his tent. He felt a bit tired after overdoing it the night before.
“Yoing North today?” Man asked as she drank the gss of sweet milk Burn handed her.
“Yes. I’ll leave this encampment to Gahad and Yvain. And yoing to the Great Forest?” Burn asked iurn, and Man nodded in response.
Burn pulled a chair to sit after moving the table he bed. His eyes didn’t leave her for a sed. “Meet me immediately after you’re done, okay?”
Man took a deep breath and nodded. Bur satisfied and turned his gaze away from her for the first time. He got dressed, drank his water, and ate his breakfast. He was about to leave when Man called him.
“Caliburn.”
The man turo her, seeing her smile for the first time that day.
“I love you too,” she said.
Burn sneered, “That’s what I thought.”
“Pfft—” Man snorted before snapping at him, “Get out.”
***
"I need a new sword."
Burn had just cluded the m meeting with the Round Table, alongside Yvain, his fellow knights and anders. He had mentiohat his sword had crumbled, a fact that everyone had anticipated.
Given his aggressive fighting style, it was no surprise that any sword would succumb after only a few years.
Gahad presented him with two neons in differently sized boxes. Both boxes were quite rge on their own, and when Gahad instructed his subordio open them, Burn found himself disappointed.
"I uand my previous sword was the best I had, but is there no other longsword avaible?" Burn inquired.
"Sir, any other longswords currently avaible are of inferior quality pared to the one you previously wielded," Gahad responded.
Turning to the boxes, one taining a great mad the reatswahad expined, "These two were fed by a bcksmith of simir mastery as the one who crafted your previous sword. They were acquired by the Round Table in an au a year ago."
For Burn, using a lesser quality longsword referable to wielding a different type of on. It was not that he was incapable of using aype, but it simply did not suit his preference.
The battle in the North did not necessarily require him to wield a on of exceptional quality. heless, something pelled him to relent and opt for the greatsword. Uain of when his death might arrive, he chose to be adequately armed.
“Are you about to depart now, Sir?” Gahad asked as Burn strapped the greatsword to his back.
“Yes. If I’m right, Wintersin will be attag our Northern border. That’s what our spies and informant predicted, right?” Even though he had the previous loops, he still made sure of everything beforehand by sending his men across the nd.
Knowing that almost everything had ged, of course he had to do that.
“Are you sure yoing alone?” Yvain asked.
“Why not?” Burn grasped the boy’s head, ruffling his hair up violently. “Are you scared? Want to e along?”
“I’m okay!” the boy excimed as he tried to free himself.
“Don’t your training. I’ve taught you all of your family’s Force art movements,” the man said, fshing a small smile.
“Okay…” Yvain said, still not closing his mouth, about to say something more. The boy hesitated before whispering, “...Master.”
Burn raised his eyebrows.
“... I call you that?” he asked timidly.
Looking at the young king who had fully pced his trust in him, Burn tapped the side of his face twice, his big hands the same size as his head. “Do what you want.”
Yvain smiled and nodded.
“But, Sir, are you pnning on running there?” Gahad asked.
Burn shrugged. “Mech armors are too slow, and I’d rather run than ride a mech warhorse. At least my ass won't hurt, and I’ll arrive at the same time too.”
At times like this, Burted throwing away his chariot. His new one hadn’t arrived yet.
But right before he left, the encampment received two ued guests.
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