I don't really like myself without you
Over a week has passed since his embarrassing loss. He made a fool of himself in front of Solomon and in front of Valka. He was a failure. He was failing nearly everyone this season. No one wanted him for his legendary bloodlines. No one cared his parents once ruled Tinuvel in their own Monarchy. No one gave a damn! If he wanted any kind of recognition from mares like Valka, or stallions like Solomon, he would need to do something big. Not just say he was going to do something, but actually succeed at doing it. First, he would talk to Valka. He would explain to her what had happened those few years ago just as he promised during the fight. Ironclad may not have promised her out loud, but internally he had made this vow to her.
He makes his way towards the Bay with a limp still evident in his gait. Valka’s strikes had been powerful, but Ironclad believes he would have won if it wasn’t for the two previous fights he took on. He stops with one leg passed the Bay’s line with his greying head held high. Blue eyes roam over the land with the thought that one day all this would be his. All of Tinuvel would be his just like it was meant to be. Unlike everyone else, Ironclad was born to be a King. He was born a Prince, but it seems everyone has forgotten. Others push him around like a nobody. His sweet nature was slowly being sucked away with the world. He would have his birth right…one day.
His head throws up as he calls for Valka. It was time they had a chat after all this time with things left unsaid.