Eric
Sir Jax Brightwater
Zahrada Palace, Astoria

The question rang through his head, the premise so simple, and yet the weight of it could shape his future.

"I'm a fighter, a survivor, a knight ma'am. I have been since I was a lad and my big sister Beth took me as her squire." He didn't know why he was telling her his life story, even including the tidbit about Ser Beth. She wasn't really his sister of course, but the two had trained and lived together nearly all his life, and he idolized her. His mother always hated how much deeper his affection went for her, not liking the public image of a Noble Son calling a Shitblood family.

"I guess, your Majesty, I want to be known. I have always done my duty and been shoved aside, for once I want my efforts to be paid back in full."
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada Palace, Astoria

He listed his résumé, and told her a bit about a sister she'd not expected. Her brow rose a little, but she didn't comment on that fact. When he finished, she smoothed her fingers over the pillow she perched upon. 

"Is that the only place your strengths lie, Jax? In the excellence of your physically form?" It wasn't meant to be an offensive question, and her eyes flustered over his forearms, curious if he bore the training scars she'd seen begin to develop on the soldiers who switched from wood to metal. The light of the fire backlit him, and she couldn't quite tell. 

"You mentioned before a noble lineage, is that true, or were you just trying to impress me?"
Eric
Sir Jax Brightwater
Zahrada Palace, Astoria

"I'm not one to brag about something I'm not certain of, Your majesty, and lately my sword is the only thing I've come to rely on." Jax never considered himself humble, often bragging after a few glasses of wine, claiming every legendary deed under the sun. It was strange he wasn't boasting, perhaps he was trying to get to the point, maybe he was trying to impress the Queen. His knee began to pulse, he wasn't used to kneeling this long but he didn't dare to move unless ordered to relax, and he needed the practice.

"The nobility is true, My Lady, however we held no lands, simply having rule and money enough to get into the favor of the Ramsalots and further develop the Anchorage."
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada Palace, Astoria

His knee buckled, but only barely, and she remembered he was probably awaiting orders to rise. "Sit, Jax, this is too long of a conversation to have on your knee." She told him idly, then pushed a hand through her hair. Hee eyes moved towards the ceiling, thinking over what he'd said. 

"If you want to be known, I suppose there are more than a few ways to do it." Her musing had her leaning back on her palms, enjoying the fire that seeped warmth into her skirts. 

"A lordship is possible, like I'd mentioned before, though that would put you under Lord Vignola 's watch on the northern border until I was satisfied with your training. That does leave the issue of your Squire though." She paused, "And you said you trusted your sword more than anything else. So maybe a position in the Queen's guard, until you've proven loyal and able. Then perhaps something more appealing than keeping watch over my chambers? A knighthood? A general? I just appointed a new head knight, but they seem to find themselves in need of assistance more often than not."