The King sat in his chair. Patient and abiding as he always was in this new age. His years starting to show, his fingers gently caressed the sheathed blade he held in his fingers. Amisynth, the sword that won him a kingdom of peace and prosperity. He was not enjoying the thought of letting it go. But for his people, he knew he had to. He reached up and rubbed his hand down his graying beard, leaning back on his throne. "He will care for you, I am sure," he murmured alone in the room.
Later in the day, he sat in the same chair. Dressed in the fineries that were demanded of the court. The young man (well, young compared to the King) was lead by other Knights to him among the court. "Young Knight. We are here today to recognize your service to this Court, our King and Country, Amtheria," the announcer spoke as he stood at the foot of the stairs leading to the King. "Please, approach his majesty and accept your reward for your impeccable deeds for our Country in his name."
"It is customary... To ask the new Lord to swear his fealty to his King and Country," the King started, "But I believe,you have sworn that in a way most of this court would never be able to stomach. In a way I understand all too well..." The old king touched his eye, a lasting memento of the day he won his throne. "I hereby grant you all the freedoms my land has to offer, as a Lord of the Land, you will be granted no less than a hundred miles of your choosing in the land to the east. Eastern Amtheria is yet untamed, but it will be vital in the days to come. If he were of age, I would send my son to conquer this land, but alas, his age is still too young. And so I ask you, accept your reward and it's duties and it's pleasures. And to aid you, new Lord Eastland, I will give you..." The king started to stand, slowly rising with his age starting to take the best of him. "One... Of my most prized possessions." He held out his hand, and a young
woman - a mere but pretty servant girl - brought him an ornate sword placed on a large pillow. "I trust you know the name of this sword," the King said with a sad smile. Anyone who knew his history knew that giving away this sword was like giving away a piece of his soul.