A son's duty is to obey his father. A knight's to obey his king. Jax held both duties when his father, Thesius the Jackal, sent for him some four years after he left the castle.The order to return home had come directly from his father, his father who was quite aware that he had sent his son and some four hundred other knights to Barring Strait, the river that separated the kingdom from the neighboring empire. The very same neighboring empire who was attempting to invade through the damned strait. Jax held no bitter feelings for his father for being so indecisive with where he wished his son to be, though the days of travel that it had cost him had gotten on his nerves. When Jax had returned to his childhood home, the place his father had stolen from the previous king, there was no fanfare, no men awaiting his arrival, not so much as an acknowledgement that the second heir to the throne had returned from the war. No such surprise there, Jax had thought to himself long since used to the modest lifestyle he was bound to.

The king looked toward him with bored eyes, a life of luxury having drawn the good nature towards the simple things in life such as seeing ones son out of him. "Jax," the king groaned, "you took your time returning home, haven't you?" Jax approached the king, dropping on one knee, eyes fixated on the cool stone beneath him, "My apologies,my lord. One can only travel so fast when in the midst of a war." "Then let us hope one learns to respect orders with more haste come next time," Thesius chided, scowling at the knight. "Well, let us quit this and move on," the king continued, standing for the first time since Jax entered the room, his large gut leading the way. "There is a girl..." Thesius began dully, motioning for Jax to rise, which he readily complied with, "Who lives amongst one of the kingdom's inns along its outer rim." Jax hid his displeasure in hearing that once more he would be forced to ride across half the damn kingdom.

No more than an hour had passed before Jax took to his horse and began North, his hunt beginning. "Hair of a raven's plumage, eye of winter's ice, and freckles adorning the side of her lip. With a description like that, how could one miss her?" Jax growled, gripping the reigns of his horse fiercely, knuckles glowing like hot iron as he rode into the night.