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No man shall prosper
This is part two of a three part story. If you have not already read the first part, check it out here. Otherwise, read on!
(But have a care: TW for abuse/abusive relationship).
Mai floron
A Cassonne
Ni malvat, armat, galiador
Ni mensongier, guerrayador
Ni encara gentilhom
Any hope Mercè had that life would have the decency to slow down, even for a moment, after her Birthday celebration, was near instantly dashed by events on the night itself. Her two suitors, Tomàs and Bernardon, were near mirror image of one another. Tomàs was tall, dark haired, muscled. He arrived sporting what instantly struck Mercè as an irritating affectation of a finely-coiffed beard.
Bernardon, on the other hand was tall, broad, a very bear of a man: but despite his proportions, less given to hirsute display than Tomàs. Neither seemed capable of holding a conversation for longer than two minutes without resorting to tales of personal glory, mostly related to their hunting achievements. Though Bernardon, appointed, aged 12, as an officer in his father’s guard, had once been involved in a minor border skirmish. Though to hear him tell of it, this was a battle, the like of which had scarce been seen since the world was made.
