The Passed Sire

As a boy, he remembered his father leaving every spring, and returning every fall. His mother wept after father left each year, but the house remained full of the clean smell of laundry and fresh bread through the summer. When his father returned, he brought with him the smells of oiled, white bleached leather, polished steel, and earthiness borne deep into his gear. Such was the life of a knight captain in the Queensguard. Argen remembered the scents, the roughness of his father’s sword calloused hands, and the calm softness of his voice. He wished his father was here today.