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Lord Braeden Ainsworth
Posted: Nov 1 2008, 09:59 PM


Conquest is easy. Control is not


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Spring had never been Braeden's favourite season and, as he walked alone through a rather small garden near the Palace, many memories from his childhood passed through his mind.It almost always rained during spring and when he was a child, his parents forbidded him to go outside when it did.Even with a brother and two sisters, staying indoors got tiresome after a while and he remembered how he used to look out the window and yearn to go outside.Though rain usually left him with a feeling of peace and calmness, it also frustrated him because it represented a restriction.It felt like it was taking away his freedom and forcing him to remain within the limits of his house.

He was aware that most people saw it as a very poetic season because of flowers blooming, nature coming back to life and such things, but as much as he enjoyed literature, he never truly understood the beauty that some seemed to see about it all.He considered it an in-between season, impredictable and constantly changing.It was irritating to him that it never settled, that he could never know what it was going to bring next.He preferred summer or even winter which were easier to predict, and knowledge had always been a must for him, something he needed and counted on.Spring and autumn, on the other hand, were always pending between coldness and warmth, rain and sun, life and death.

Of course, such weather was not present in Jerusalem.There, it always seemed to be dry and almost impossibly warm in the summer, and he sometimes found himself yearning for the rain he once dreaded to see.It reminded him of home, of England.He was beginning to grow tired of the dry dirt and dust that seemed to be everywhere in Jerusalem, and he wanted to see the mass of green that surrounded his family's mansion in Norfolk once again.However, his father had different plans for his family.He refused to leave Jerusalem as long as the King was there, in need of the support of his countrymen, so Braeden obliged in spite of his own wishes.He never went against his father's word and he knew there was no reason to, especially since there was nothing to fight for.There was nothing waiting for him back home that didn't last forever.The green hills and dense forests will be there upon his return, of that he was certain, but he sometimes wondered if he'll ever go back.

He continued to walk at a slow pace, his mind wondering to far off places.As he usually did, he was carrying a book with him, one that was recommended by his old philosophy educator.The book was written by a well known French philosopher named Pierre Abélard and it told the love story between the author himself and one of his students, a girl named Héloïse.Though he read the book when he was younger, he wanted to go over it again, knowing that the years that passed would help him understand it better and get a deeper perception of the characters.He knew that there were not many people who afforded to waste time on meaningless walks through gardens, so it came as no surprise to him that there were only a few persons around.The sun's heat was starting to get uncomfortable for him so he made his way toward a stone bench, placed in the shadow of a rather large tree.Sitting down, he opened his book and started to read the already familiar pages, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly at certain paragraphs that required his absolute attention.
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