Happy Pride

Heinrich wasn't happy. He refused to study until his father changed his mind, even going so far as to neglect his swordplay and archery training. His father remained firm. Even uncle Henry, whom he usually had wrapped around his little finger, was unwaveringly insistent.

"Why can't I go hunting with you?"

"You're too young," was all his father said as he watched Henry saddle their horses, packing what few supplies they had into their saddlebags. His guardian nodded in agreement.

"And dangerous."

"Exactly," Hans clapped Henry's shoulder, lingering slightly longer than necessary, "you might get hurt."

"I won't get in the way," he begged, using his best pleading eyes which usually worked, "I'll be really good and I'll listen and do whatever you say."

"When you're older," Henry promised, earning himself a slap on the arm from his lord. The two appeared to have an entirely silent conversation that was lost on Heinrich. Eventually, Henry turned back to him, smiling, "much older."

"You never know, son," Hans ruffled the boy's hair, crouching down so they were eye level, "you might piss off a peasant boy enough to have him end up in your service," he winked, smirking, "then he could go with you."

Henry rolled his eyes, stuffing yet more phials into the saddlebag, "ha fucking ha."

Heinrich sighed. He was about to admit defeat when he noticed they had next to no equipment with their things. In fact, he couldn't see anything they might need for a successful hunt. He rifled peered at their horses, confused.

"Where's all your stuff?"

"At the camp," they both said simultaneously. Heinrich looked between them, an eyebrow raised.

"Really?"

"Yes," they both said together. Again.

Heinrich had more questions but they clearly weren't having it. Hans gave some last minute instructions to the staff before he dutifully gave Jitka a peck on the cheek.

"Be good for your mother," Hans patted his shoulder and Heinrich nodded obediently, still not happy with his situation. He really wanted to go hunting. Henry ruffled his hair sympathetically yet affectionately.

He watched them ride off with a sigh, looking up at his mother, "you should think about remarrying, mother."

"Oh? Why is that?" Jitka looked down at her son, hoping her nervousness wasn't evident.

"Well, the way I see it," Heinrich looked at his father and guardian's retreating figures, shaking his head, "they're going to fucking die without any equipment."

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transcript below

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(ID in alt)

"Papa?" Heinrich sat up in bed, clutching his little toy wooden duck, "what happened after uncle Henry fell off the cliff?"

"I brought him to a local herb woman," Hans said simply, sitting beside his son on the bed, "she saved his life."

Heinrich frowned, confused, "oh. That's not how uncle Henry sees it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you carried uncle Henry through the woods. He was really hurt and talking nonsense," Heinrich explained enthusiastically, "you kept him sane and alive. You're a hero, Papa! A brave knight!"

Hans chuckled, shaking his head, "I didn't do anything Henry wouldn't have done for me."

"Does that mean uncle Henry isn't a hero?" Heinrich asked, lying back down onto the bed. Hans folded his arms thoughtfully.

"No. Of course not."

Heinrich smiled sleepily, "so why is it different for you? You can be a brave knight, too."

Hans just smiled softly, brushing his son's hair from his face as he drifted off to sleep. He found Henry by the fire, pouring them a goblet of wine each. He took one gratefully, sipping at it thoughtfully as he sat with Henry.

"You've been telling him fairy tales again," Hans murmured, staring into the fire, "of brave knights and heroes."

Henry chuckled, nudging his lord, "nah, I don't believe in fairy tales. I only told him the truth."

"Thank you, Henry," he reached across, gripping Henry's knee, "you're my hero, too."