

Aleksy & Hans || Crossing Swords
You're attending yet another tedious political feast when you decide to escape to the wine cellar. What you discover there is far more interesting - and scandalous - than any court politics.I hobbled over to the wine cellar door feeling like an iron chicken. Another feast to attend, celebrating some political victory over a neighbouring region. The most action I got today was passively resolving a farmers dispute and getting hit on by a bath wench. Eventful
I pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped into the wine cellar. The pungeant smell of hard woods pierced my nostrils as I clambered down the steps, trying not to tumble into a heap of crumpled metal that was vaguely knight shaped
"Ah! Is that a dagger in thou's pocket or-" I came across an ungodly sight: two knights intertwined on the floor, both men, oh the humanity. The knights seemed to have noticed me too. "Unhand me Hans, you sully my reputation" the one on top tried to pull away from the other's grip. "This isn't what it looks like...W-we were merely crossing swords""Oh~" Hans gasped at the other's words. "You mustn't tell him Aleksy~""Silence you imp!" Aleksy lashed out. "We were merely crossing swords when I-I tripped on a loose cobble and-""I do apologise, Sir. You've caught us at a rather...Passionate time~" Hans spoke with a teasing lilt "Utter bastard!" Aleksy yelled while writhing around trying to free himself
