The pounding of the surf against the cliffs and the feel of sea spray on his face would always be calming for Rhory. Growing up in Oldcastle on the shore of the Bite they were the constant companions of a boy who was always escaping the keep and the town.
His brother, Aemund, was his constant companion on these adventures. Aemund was a scholarly type and loved his books and reading. Many years later he would travel to Oldtown to study to be a Maester, but when Rhory was young, Aemund would fill Rhory's head with tales of gallant Knights and damsels in distress; with stories of mighty dragons breathing flame; and stories of the Others beyond the wall.
But the stories that entranced Rhory the most were those about the Kingsguard. Stories of Prince Aemon the Dragonknight defending his brother Aegon IV from assassins; Ser Duncan the tall; Ser Serwyn of the Mirror Shield; ser Gwayne Cobray; and of course ser Arthur Dayne, sword of the Morning.
Rhory looked up to these Kingsguard for inspiration. Here were noble knights, warriors of renown, men to inspire and influence a young boy to learn the ways of honour. Ways that he would never learn from his father or his two eldest brothers.
Rhory was the 4th son of Amory Locke, who was himself the third youngest brother of Ser Donnell Locke, lord of Oldcastle. In fact, his mother had wanted a daughter and his father had little interest in more children as he had three boys already, which was possibly one too many in his liking. So another son was a disappointment to all in his family.
The oldest two boys, Alyx and Daffyd were the apple of their father's eye. Strong, tall and proud they were; skilled in the use of sword and lance; strong riders; their only flaw was a complete inability to shoot a bow. But such was not a concern for a man like Amory Locke. Two sons he had that he could be proud of, warriors like himself and maybe one day to be Knights serving ser Donnell, their lord and uncle.
Aemund was rather skinnier and less adventurous than his brothers. His was a world filled with books, tallies of numbers and the lore of the first men. And while his father did not quite understand his third son, he at least could feel a little proud that he would hopefully be a maester one day. Rhory on the other hand was supposed to be a girl.
Oh, his mother loved him enough, along with Aemund she was the only one in their family that did. But once Rhory overheard his mother talking with the ladies of the keep, talking of the girl she wished she had. And this was a hurt that Rhory would keep in his heart until the day he died.
But his brother Aemund, he was Rhory's true family. 4 years older than Rhory and himself 3 years younger than Daffyd, Aemund tried to protect his little brother as much as he could from his callous older brothers, who used to beat and torment Rhory every chance they got. Being a bookish sort, Aemund was hardly able to stand up to his brothers, or incite any interest in their father, who cared not for little boy's scuffles.
But Aemund could take Rhory out with him on trips into the town, as well as trips out to the lands surrounding the town to study the lore of herbs and animals in the wild. These were when he would fill Rhory's head with tales of the Dragon Knight and the Sword of the Morning. And he would smile that tremulous smile when Rhory would swear that one day, he too would grow up to be a famous knight of the Kingsguard. If he ever had any doubts of his younger brother's ability or determination, he kept them to himself.
His brother, Aemund, was his constant companion on these adventures. Aemund was a scholarly type and loved his books and reading. Many years later he would travel to Oldtown to study to be a Maester, but when Rhory was young, Aemund would fill Rhory's head with tales of gallant Knights and damsels in distress; with stories of mighty dragons breathing flame; and stories of the Others beyond the wall.
But the stories that entranced Rhory the most were those about the Kingsguard. Stories of Prince Aemon the Dragonknight defending his brother Aegon IV from assassins; Ser Duncan the tall; Ser Serwyn of the Mirror Shield; ser Gwayne Cobray; and of course ser Arthur Dayne, sword of the Morning.
Rhory looked up to these Kingsguard for inspiration. Here were noble knights, warriors of renown, men to inspire and influence a young boy to learn the ways of honour. Ways that he would never learn from his father or his two eldest brothers.
Rhory was the 4th son of Amory Locke, who was himself the third youngest brother of Ser Donnell Locke, lord of Oldcastle. In fact, his mother had wanted a daughter and his father had little interest in more children as he had three boys already, which was possibly one too many in his liking. So another son was a disappointment to all in his family.
The oldest two boys, Alyx and Daffyd were the apple of their father's eye. Strong, tall and proud they were; skilled in the use of sword and lance; strong riders; their only flaw was a complete inability to shoot a bow. But such was not a concern for a man like Amory Locke. Two sons he had that he could be proud of, warriors like himself and maybe one day to be Knights serving ser Donnell, their lord and uncle.
Aemund was rather skinnier and less adventurous than his brothers. His was a world filled with books, tallies of numbers and the lore of the first men. And while his father did not quite understand his third son, he at least could feel a little proud that he would hopefully be a maester one day. Rhory on the other hand was supposed to be a girl.
Oh, his mother loved him enough, along with Aemund she was the only one in their family that did. But once Rhory overheard his mother talking with the ladies of the keep, talking of the girl she wished she had. And this was a hurt that Rhory would keep in his heart until the day he died.
But his brother Aemund, he was Rhory's true family. 4 years older than Rhory and himself 3 years younger than Daffyd, Aemund tried to protect his little brother as much as he could from his callous older brothers, who used to beat and torment Rhory every chance they got. Being a bookish sort, Aemund was hardly able to stand up to his brothers, or incite any interest in their father, who cared not for little boy's scuffles.
But Aemund could take Rhory out with him on trips into the town, as well as trips out to the lands surrounding the town to study the lore of herbs and animals in the wild. These were when he would fill Rhory's head with tales of the Dragon Knight and the Sword of the Morning. And he would smile that tremulous smile when Rhory would swear that one day, he too would grow up to be a famous knight of the Kingsguard. If he ever had any doubts of his younger brother's ability or determination, he kept them to himself.