- ʜᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏ
───────────────────────────

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢
────────────────────────────────
────────────────────────────────
Born in a humble community of farmers, Horatio once thought little of warriors or of fighting. His parents, and their parents before him, were all farmers, and so he too would become one when his time came. As the world changed around him, however, he found himself forced to fight to save his home. Years of turmoil within the kingdoms tore the world apart, and farming was left behind by the young kalon in exchange for a battle axe. As one of the strongest in his small village, he took it upon himself to fight on the front lines, and it wasn't long before the people around him began to call him "protector." He fought mercilessly in the war, and when the dust finally began to settle, he watched with the eyes of a hawk each new visitor to the town and each shadow in the far distance, sworn by himself to keep these lands that he had been born in safe, no matter the cost.
Soon his dream of becoming a farmer faded, the world around him no longer in need of such a kalon. What was needed was a hero- and though he would never call himself anything of the sort, he fit the role of protector quite well. He watched the streets at night and instructed the guards of their town, with watchtowers at each end of the city and other protectors stationed around the streets at all hours. The world was safe, thanks to him; and he would keep it that way, as long as he could.
Soon his dream of becoming a farmer faded, the world around him no longer in need of such a kalon. What was needed was a hero- and though he would never call himself anything of the sort, he fit the role of protector quite well. He watched the streets at night and instructed the guards of their town, with watchtowers at each end of the city and other protectors stationed around the streets at all hours. The world was safe, thanks to him; and he would keep it that way, as long as he could.
───────────────────────────
The years flew by. Horatio found himself solely engrossed in his job, making sure that his friends, his family, and his fellow villagers safe. He was caught off guard when one morning he found a strange, formal letter sitting on the table within the guard's keep. His name adored the letter, the ink glittering like gold and the other side sealed with a wax stamp. As he picked up the parcel carefully, eyeing it suspiciously, he wracked his brain to think of a reason someone of such importance would write him. He could think of none.
He considered it a cruel joke, for a moment, but as he opened the letter and read through its contents he was, again, taken by surprise. The queen. She'd chosen to write him, for only the gods know what reason.
He considered it a cruel joke, for a moment, but as he opened the letter and read through its contents he was, again, taken by surprise. The queen. She'd chosen to write him, for only the gods know what reason.
"Dearest Sir Horatio,
It has come to my attention that you have put forth great effort to keep the sub-kingdoms of Naturia from out of harm's grasp. I would like to humbly thank you, personally, for your outstanding service and care for the community. Though I am queen, I find little time to visit the smaller settlements, much as it pains me to leave them to their own bidding.
If you would please come to my castle, within three days' time, I would like to speak with you on other matters, as well as host a banquet in your honor. Feel free to bring guests, however please keep the amount reasonable. I await your arrival with eagerness.
Yours truly,
- 𝕰𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖞𝖓 𝕹𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞
────────────────────────────────
───────────────────────────