Théodred Heavenshield
Norbæn Véurr
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Csilla - Training Grounds
House Palace
[member="Aster Rose Baelor"]
A brisk morning met Théo as he entered the training grounds of the Iron Empire. He walked across the field past the main viewing platform to the center of the arena where the Legion come to test their metal against their fellows in training and tournaments. He pulled of his glove and curled his hand around his sword and unsheathed it. The glow of the lightside still rested upon the blade as true as ever. The sound of footfalls drew his attention, he turned to see an Iron Legion Centurion approach, "The guard is in place, Knight Heavenshield. All entrances are secure".
"Good", he returned the address, "Lady Baelor's safety is paramount, I don't fancy informing the Emperor that his niece has been taken once more. Once Lady Baelor arrives escort her here to me". The only reply Théo received was a slight grin and bow of the head in understanding before the Knight returned to his station.
Théo turned his gaze to the skies, such a grey sky which is normal for this planet although there would appear to be no snow today. A pity. While he waited for the Lady to arrive, he began his warm ups to pump the blood through his body and loosen the limbs. His sword flashed through the air running through set positions and mock defenses, a drill taught to him as a young boy by his grandpapa all those years ago on Midvinter. This was a way in which Théo could be close to him, recalling all the times spent with his hero and although with the memories comes sadness they are treasured.
The Lady would arrive soon, and so would start her journey toward her path.