Lord Roland looked up at the expanse of the elfin kings palace. His father’s palace was large but this, this was beyond anything that he had ever thought of. He could see the trees from the many gardens peeking over the walls and the smell of flowers were heavy in the air. All his life he had been told that they would come and kill him if he did not behave and now here he was to be a knight to the elfin king. The guards seem to look down on him trying to find fault in him, he straightened his back and ran his fingers once again through his dark sable hair.
“Take a deep breath my lord.” His personal guard said and smiled up at him. He would miss Josh. Josh got to go back after he saw to Roland’s placement in the kings court. In some respects he was jealous of Josh, but in others he was excited. It was not the excitement of his birthday but of the dawn right before the battle. His father had told him before he left that this would not be for forever, once they got a proper peace treaty he would come home, maybe then he might have new information on the elves that could save the humans next time the elves lied and tried to kill off all the humans.
Taking Josh’s advice he took in that deep breath and looked back at the cold judging eyes behind the visor of the armor. “I am Lord Roland, son of the High King William of Stonereach. I am here to report to the king of this kingdom and enter into his service.” He tried not to blush at the snickers that came from behind the visors of the guards.
“If that is what you truly think then your kind should have been wiped out when we had the chance. But let it not be said of the elves that we do not know what to do with upstart pups.” With that he turned into the gate house door and called forth a runner. The runner would tell the king then if the king thought it wise would get the price so he could meet his new “Plaything”.