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[fieldbox="Benjen Iverstill; The Blighted Soldier, gray, solid, 0, andale mono"]
Léonie moved closer to him than before, so close that their arms brushed when she sat at his side. The touch was comforting. Benjen ached for physical companionship for longer than he could remember, but he had a moral compass that kept him from making any forward moves against the duchess who seemed to have befriended him. Instead, Benjen took another drink of juice and loudly cleared his throat, perhaps chasing away any perverse thoughts of the beauty at his side.
Her next question was one that took him off-guard. Benjen folded his hands in his lap--if only to keep them occupied--and stared into the fire to avoid her eyes. Looking into them was a trap, he'd noticed. Best not to see them entirely.
"Becoming a Warden was...a hard choice. My sister Sera could barely keep up her earnings for the kids and her husband was real sick, not supposed to make it. He did, though. Make it. But that's beside the point." Benjen scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not wanting to continue, but he did so because he was asked. Léonie wouldn't have mentioned it if she didn't truly care.
"I was never meant for a farmer's life. Growing up in an orphanage made you want more, to aspire to be better. I didn't want my legacy to be a few cabbages and pork. I wanted something more. Still, I had obligations to keep to my sister and her farm, to help with the family. Tore me up inside. I got real depressed, thought about just leavin', but I know that'd devastate Sera. She didn't even know I existed until I'd been in an orphanage fourteen years. She really cared about keepin' me around if only to show me how loved I am." Benjen smiled fondly at the memory, but what came next was less comforting. His smile fell, and his gaze into the fire became somber.
"One day I snapped. Told my sister to fuck off, that she was never around when I needed her anyway and we were hardly family. There was a big fight. I said a lot of things I regret." Benjen wrung his hands, almost nervously. "I ran into the forest, to that damn treehouse Vae and I built back in the day. I cried for hours and hours. I was still young, only nineteen, and being alone was all I wanted. Until my sister came to find me. She climbed all the way up into that tree, despite being four months pregnant with her third, and held me while I cried."
The mere memory made his eyes water. Determined not to make a fool of himself in front of Léonie, he simply sniffled and looked away. Why the hell was he telling her all this? Did he truly know this woman well enough to bare his heart to her? Deep down, he felt it. A calling. Not the calling, but one that was just as significant, one that told him she could cherish his trust. Benjen's eyes returned to the fire and his story continued with a hair's worth of extra confidence.
"I told her that I hated farming. I wanted something more. I wanted to prove to the world that an orphan could make his mark and inspire others, to do things only kings could. And she supported me. That was all I needed, really; her support. I left to join the Grey Wardens three months before my twentieth birthday. I'm thirty-four now, so that's fourteen years of service. Now it all comes down to this. I wonder if I really made the right choice..."
Benjen gave a weak little chuckle and braved looking Léonie in the eyes. "Not as grand a story as most, but you asked."[/fieldbox]
Léonie moved closer to him than before, so close that their arms brushed when she sat at his side. The touch was comforting. Benjen ached for physical companionship for longer than he could remember, but he had a moral compass that kept him from making any forward moves against the duchess who seemed to have befriended him. Instead, Benjen took another drink of juice and loudly cleared his throat, perhaps chasing away any perverse thoughts of the beauty at his side.
Her next question was one that took him off-guard. Benjen folded his hands in his lap--if only to keep them occupied--and stared into the fire to avoid her eyes. Looking into them was a trap, he'd noticed. Best not to see them entirely.
"Becoming a Warden was...a hard choice. My sister Sera could barely keep up her earnings for the kids and her husband was real sick, not supposed to make it. He did, though. Make it. But that's beside the point." Benjen scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not wanting to continue, but he did so because he was asked. Léonie wouldn't have mentioned it if she didn't truly care.
"I was never meant for a farmer's life. Growing up in an orphanage made you want more, to aspire to be better. I didn't want my legacy to be a few cabbages and pork. I wanted something more. Still, I had obligations to keep to my sister and her farm, to help with the family. Tore me up inside. I got real depressed, thought about just leavin', but I know that'd devastate Sera. She didn't even know I existed until I'd been in an orphanage fourteen years. She really cared about keepin' me around if only to show me how loved I am." Benjen smiled fondly at the memory, but what came next was less comforting. His smile fell, and his gaze into the fire became somber.
"One day I snapped. Told my sister to fuck off, that she was never around when I needed her anyway and we were hardly family. There was a big fight. I said a lot of things I regret." Benjen wrung his hands, almost nervously. "I ran into the forest, to that damn treehouse Vae and I built back in the day. I cried for hours and hours. I was still young, only nineteen, and being alone was all I wanted. Until my sister came to find me. She climbed all the way up into that tree, despite being four months pregnant with her third, and held me while I cried."
The mere memory made his eyes water. Determined not to make a fool of himself in front of Léonie, he simply sniffled and looked away. Why the hell was he telling her all this? Did he truly know this woman well enough to bare his heart to her? Deep down, he felt it. A calling. Not the calling, but one that was just as significant, one that told him she could cherish his trust. Benjen's eyes returned to the fire and his story continued with a hair's worth of extra confidence.
"I told her that I hated farming. I wanted something more. I wanted to prove to the world that an orphan could make his mark and inspire others, to do things only kings could. And she supported me. That was all I needed, really; her support. I left to join the Grey Wardens three months before my twentieth birthday. I'm thirty-four now, so that's fourteen years of service. Now it all comes down to this. I wonder if I really made the right choice..."
Benjen gave a weak little chuckle and braved looking Léonie in the eyes. "Not as grand a story as most, but you asked."[/fieldbox]