<a class="username" data-user-id="2731" data-username="@The One Named Syl." data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2731/">@The One Named Syl.</a><br/><br/><i>The screams<br/>
</i><br/>It has been nine years<br/><i><br/>
But the screams still haunted him<br/>
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He didn’t sleep much anymore </i><br/><br/>Lucan leaned over a large barrel of water and splashed some into his face in an attempt to clear his mind with the shock of the cool water contacting his face. It partially worked, yet his mind still lingered on his previous night of sleep. It had come as quite a shock that the woman that was his charge, the woman he had sworn to defend, the woman who’s kind words helped his broken soul to, if not heal, find some peace, was to be married to the eldest son of House Follard. It had apparently been arranged without his knowledge, though he would have no impact on the decision even if he had been informed. He was simply there to be the protector of the soon to be Lady Follard. Lucan was a man who had lost any glory long before any of this. He was so young when the Greyjoy’s rebelled against King Roberts rule, only nineteen. At the time, he was hungry for renown and honor among the Houses of Westeros, and why shouldn’t he? His father never aspired to much, only a simple farmer in the Crownlands. Lucan had heard the stories, the great hero’s who brought down the Mad King and his dynasty. They inspired a fire in him, and when King Robert called for war, Lucan was quick to rally to the banners of House Baratheon. But any dreams of a glorious battle quickly faded.<br/><br/><i>The fire <br/>
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The blood<br/>
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The screams<br/>
</i><br/>Lucan was behind King Robert when the walls of Pyke were finally breached, and managed to catch the Kings attention after he witnessed the young man take wounds without even so much a scream, not to mention the many Greyjoy men who fell at his blade. Eventually, Lucas fell unconscious and it wasn’t until the battle was over that he awoke, his body covered in scars and wounds that remain with him, nine years later. Robert came to him then, and in that tent he was knighted. He didn’t believe he deserved it, not for what he did. Not after what he saw. Looking down into the water, Lucan saw his face. Dirty blonde hair was matched by bright blue eyes, his jawline was sharp and on his right cheek was a reminder of his past. A scar, running from nose to his jaw, something he didn’t like to think about. A sigh passes his lips,<i>enough self-pity for the day</i>, he thought. After putting his gloves back on, Lucas made his way to the courtyard where the caravan was gathering. A few guards along with two wagons, one of which was specifically designed to carry a Lord or Lady. Lucan would simply ride next to the wagon as they went on, like he always did. He was always ready to do this duty, for his loyalty belonged to a woman who had been his friend since childhood, and perhaps he at onetime wanted more then just friendship. But that time was over now, and he doubted she felt the same way about some broken, scarred knight who had nearly lost himself.<br/><br/>Approaching two of the guards, Lucan asked “We ready to head out? I’d like us to get moving before the rains come.” The Guard nodded, responding with “Nearly, just waiting on the rest of the supplies to be loaded up. The ride will be longer then normal, we want to avoid the main roads. All the shit going on in the Capital means troops are being pulled from patrol duty, which means bandits will be about.” Lucas simply shook his head in agreement and headed back to his horse and ensured everything was secured tightly to its body. The news from the capital certainly wasn’t good at the moment. King Robert was dead, and now Joffrey sat on the throne. All the rumors aside, Joffrey was just a boy, and everyone knew who the real power in Kings Landing was. Not a Baratheon, but a Lannister. Tywin Lannister. Lucan disliked the whole Lannister brood, but regardless of his feelings things had come to pass, and he just had to deal with what the Seven threw at him, like he usually did. He just wanted to get the trip over with and get somewhere safe. A war was coming, there was no doubt about that.<br/><br/>As he turned around he saw the woman he was to escort approaching and he was quick to meet her. Lucan was rather tall, nothing monstrous, but taller then the woman before him. “My Lady, we’re nearly ready. Is there anything you would like me to retrieve for you before we leave?”