ELRIEK POV
During the feast, Elriek’s brother moved towards their father shyly.
“How have you been, Rondel?”
“Excellent, father!”
He sounded like a cadet in training talking to his commanding officer.
“Hoho! Good to know. Is there something you need?”
“Father, as it is Feast Day. I wish to partake of the custom where the eldest son holds the [Royal Trident].”
Elriek stopped eating her meal and took a surprising interest in what her stupid brother had to say. The king’s eyebrow went up.
“Oh? The [Royal Trident]? What would you want to hold this thing for?”
“I simply wish to get a feel for it, since it could be me holding it later today.”
“Pfft.”
Elriek put her hand over her mouth to hide her giggles. Even the king broke out in laughter.
“Oh… you’re serious. Ok then.”
The king cleared his throat and stopped his laughter. The spear floated gently into Rondel’s hands at the will of the king.
“A spear for a big man, or woman.”