Plea #49: Reluctantly Devout I'm set to be a knight.
That much was clear to me about as soon as I crept out of my mother's womb.
But I'm not sure I want to be...
My whole life, I've been made to practice my knightly duties.
Horse riding every week, sword practice every other day, and that's all on top of my standard education.
It gets to be a bit much at times.
But I have no say in the matter, it seems.
I remember back when I was much younger... Perhaps in my first year of elementary schooling? Yes, somewhere around that time.
I asked my mother why the other kids didn't have to attend fencing lessons.
I don't even recall her response, but I still retain this much, because it was the first time I had even considered being a "knight," an unusual occupation.
It seemed as though the second I started stumbling around on two feet, I was fitted with training weights.
I think it's quite selfish and dehumanizing for parents to treat their children like they have me.
Birthing their child with the sole purpose of raising a knight, regardless of who they are as an individual, is quite cruel, is it not?
But it's what was done, and so, become I knight, I must.
It's that, or get banished from my own home.
Suffice to say, my relationship with my parents isn't ideal.
I often get the impression that they "love" my upcoming knighthood more than they do *me*.
Lord, it seems much sadder when scribed...