It happened soon after my little Grisam was born.
Despite my proficiency with weapons, and my obvious potential, I wasn't really into being a Guardsman from the Imperial Cavalry. Not only did I have next to none friends among there, I simply... didn't put as much effort into being one as I had to access the position itself. Honestly a part of me blames still my upbringing.
Battle was what I knew to do best, both with weapons and words, and it wasn't something exciting as much as it was something expected of me.
I would have liked to leave it behind and become a farmer like aunt Zoe, and I could have. Godwin would have supported me, I'm sure. But it was not to be.
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Narcissa Rostand's Journal - The Rostand
FanfictionA little view of the daily life of the Rostand family through the eyes of their Head of Family Narcissa Rostand, spanning since her childhood and passing through her engagement, work life, motherhood and little manipulations as she recounts her life...
