[ WP ] The king of a kingdom has gotten too old to fight and must give the sacred sword of his kingdom to his heir . Only one problem , he has an odd obsession with archery .

`` What kind of man does n't know how to wield a sword?'' 
 
 He chuckled, drawing yet another arrow to his bow. 
 
 `` I have been trained just as much as any other in the castle. I just do n't like using swords.'' 
 
 His companion frowned at him. The burly knight sitting under a nearby oak tree paused in the polishing of his knife and looked at him questioningly. 
 
 He saw his target in the distance, a deer wandering away in the woods. He breathed, he took aim, he shot- 
 
 -the deer crumpled in the foliage. 
 
 `` Swords are... unsubtle.'' he said, `` A man carrying a sword is an obvious noble, a threat, set apart from every common man. A man carrying a bow on the other hand could be a hunter, or a ranger, or some manner of commonfolk.'' 
 
 `` Why would that matter, m'lord? You should n't have to be so concerned with the smallfolk.'' the knight sneered, `` They are but servants to your royal lineage.'' 
 
 He shrugged. One of his attendants stalked forward into the dense undergrowth to retrieve the deer. 
 
 `` Then let's just say that I prefer finesse.'' he said, `` A sword would only encourage complacency with me. I need to remember that I am always vulnerable even as King.'' 
 
 The knight frowned, `` But you have us, the knights. We'll keep you safe.'' 
 
 `` You say that, Sir Travalan,'' he replied, `` Not all my court is that faithful. After all, I am rather young for a king, am I not?'' 
 
 The knight shrugged, `` You're the king. I do n't see why anything else matters.'' he paused, `` It just... does n't seem quite right to allow a lowly one such as myself to carry the sacred sword of the royal line.'' 
 
 The knight held up the blade. It gleamed sharply in the sunlight. 
 
 He snorted, staring at the massive slab of metal. His own arms twitched in sympathy. 
 
 `` All I can say is... better you than me.''
