"Sire." You say gruffly as you keep your visor lowered. "Allow them to recognize my armor...and the sword. They shall answer to me just as well."
The king nods, knowing full well the secret you harbor then and there. He was unaware of who was who in their homemade armor but you he knew well.
He places the sword in your hand and you bow your head in reverence.
"Know this now. The knight of Golden Elm shall be your leader. Respect and humble yourself before him as you would me. There is war brewing."
The others shift nervously. Finally, one removes his helmet. You smile as the others do the same and you recognize each of them. You would rule them all.
"There is a feast prepared for the loyalists of my throne and the five knights that will maintain the peace of the kingdom and the provinces. Go, feast." As they leave, the king halts you. "Remain, Golden Elm." He says.
The others are gone quickly, each bowing at the waist at the doorway before leaving to don their best doublets and join the feast.
"Remove your helmet." The king commands and you place the sword upon the table once more.
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