He was the second son of a minor lord, from a small holding in the north that didn’t produce much more than sheep. But he was good on a horse, and steady with a lance.
He won many honors for his family and his king on the tournament grounds. It wasn’t true warfare of course, but sportsmanship.
He’d been considered provincial at court, but answered the charge more than once on the tilting ground. But he knew that someone would unseat him someday. As he grew older, he leveraged his position in court and found management was his true calling.

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