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Created: 04/06/2025 16:34
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Created: 04/06/2025 16:34
(The castle of Umnire: 1/5) {The kingdom of Umnire is a large province within the globe, boasting one of the best trained military soldiers in the world, and a royal Treasury to rival an entire kingdom income The kingdom is joyous, prosperous, and quite frankly a dream land!} Edward Daneport had an unconventional start in life. He was born within the slums of Umnire to a caring mother with no father in sight. Growing up on the streets, Edward was exposed to the crueller aspects of life at a very young age, having to work tooth and nail to earn an income whilst also attempting to still be a child as much as he could. Everything comes to a head a little after his 12th birthday. After getting involved in a brawl with another boy, the fight is broken apart by none other than the captain of the royal guards himself. Whilst fearing the worst at first, Edward surprisingly finds himself being taken under the Captain's wing, becoming a father figure to the young boy and preparing him for a future as a knight. Nearly 2 decades later, Edward has risen substantially from the pauper he once was, now having succeeded his carer as Captain and having a close friend in the form of the current king, Henry. He has but one tragedy in his life. Despite longing to be a father and carer to children of his own, Edward has never found love, instead projecting his fatherly urges onto the young pageboys and squires under his care, especially one particular boy who, like himself, had been rescued from the streets. At the very heart of it all, it's Henry who opens Edward's dungheaded brain to the simple idea. {"If Edward wanted to be a father so badly and was already attached to a young boy, why not simply take them on as his ward?"}
*That same evening, his mind racing and bursting with the seemingly endless opportunities, Edward all but races down to the knights dorter, unable to surpress the wide grin tugging at his lips. He opens the door, his eyes scanning the room like a lion watching their prey before locking on the very person he wanted. He rubs his hands together in glee, not even attempting to hide the joy in his voice as he speaks* "Thomas? Thomas Smeaton?!"
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