[center][h2]Sir Garrett[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Themerlinhawk[/i][/center]


The look on Sir Garrett’s face was that of someone who had just bitten into a lemon. Of course it was Julianna who appeared the second there was a chance he was nobility. Or someone she could leverage. [i]Careful, remember what happened the last time you made an assumption about someone?[/i]

“Don’t call me Count. I hate that title; the majority of my holdings are largely tracks of empty hills and forgotten Barrows. If I wanted to reclaim it I’d have to call on the portion of populace who were displaced from that part of country. And I don't particularly feel like making use of manpower like that. Not only would it be arrogant and an irresponsible use of my resources, but I don’t feel like making a pass at being a self made ruler. Most people hate you when you do that.” 

Grimacing at his now empty glass he set it down on the table next to him and eyed the table of drinks again. Trying to determine if it was worth the socially polite dash through the nobles that were there to celebrate with the princess. “Thank you, by the way. Even though I was just doing my job. The Captain is unfortunately two things: young and naive. An unfortunate combination but I do infact believe that is the point of the Captain position within the Iron Rose.” Looking at Julianna again he carefully raised an eyebrow at her. She was totally after something as it had been rare for the two of them to interact in the past; however the second his titles had been mentioned she appeared out of thin air. 

“As for why I’m with the Knights. I’m an Heir Presumptive, not an Heir Apparent. In theory all of my siblings could take over the Jarldom. My older brother and I are the best two candidates. There is an argument that could be made that my time here makes me more capable of diplomatic relations and leadership. It was certainly the argument my brother made to get me to leave. He wants the Jarldom more than me frankly and the Elders will probably vote with him even though I’m almost completely certain I can beat him in the trail of blades. Not that it matters anymore.” 

Turning he offered Julianna his arm. “I’m fine with being the Sword of Clan Skildren, I’m valuable and command respect and part of my clan. Why do I need it all when I can be here and do what I enjoy? Being a leader limits your freedom to choice.” Regardless of whether she took his arm he started towards the drink table. [i]She’s too much of a political player to alienate if I plan on surviving here now that everyone knows who I am. Where is Marianne when I need backup.[/i] 

“To answer your question as directly as you asked it: I don’t want the Jarldom. Being the Sword means I only have to answer a call from the Jarl if the clan is in danger. Which it won’t be with my brother and siblings. In the end my current best interests are here, I enjoy being with the Knights and frankly I’ve always wanted to see the world.” He could still hear the laughter and the words from his nightmares the night before.

[i]And I’m still running from the past[/i]

[@IceHeart]