The Greatest Knight. Saviour of Angevin Dynasty. Earl of Pembroke. Served five Angevin kings. Mentor and friend to The Young King. Regent for Henry III. Parody.
The Greatest Knight. The Earl Marshal. A Legend of Chivalry. Regent of England. Crusader. Husband. Father. Loyal friend.
❝I am he who was a Saturn to Ireland, the sun to England, a Mercury to Normandy and a Mars to France.❞
In 1189 during a skirmish, William unhorsed Richard. Killing Richard's horse in the process.
William is said to be the only person who has ever unhorsed Richard. William was welcomed into the court of him after Henry's death. Now Richard I, famously Richard the Lionheart.
The greatest knight who ever lived.
William Marshal was an English knight, a man of honor and integrity. A man who served five kings, fought in the crusades, became a Templar and was an undefeated tournament champion.
This is the story of the greatest knight, a thread. 🧵
"My apron strings, my lord king?" he asked with a quizzical arch of his brow as he rose to his full and formidable height with no effort.
A smile creased his face. "Of course, as you wish, sire. I will abandon my duties of stopping the outlaws attacking the Lady Day tax wagons."
John tuts sardonically. "She's getting lax in her dotage. She ought to tighten your apron strings."
He pauses, savouring the thought that his back must be aching by now, then finally lazily gestures for him to rise.
"Hadn't you better seek it outdoors, then? Far away, ideally."
William's eyes narrowed to mere slits as he is forced to stare just above the floor. He idly imagined John tripping and falling down the stairs.
"I have not seen La Reine in many a moon, Your Grace," he replied formally.
"Good hunting, Sire. That is what I seek."
In return, John purposefully doesn't give him permission to rise. Get a good, looooong look at those ankles.
When he speaks, John audibly rolls his eyes.
"What do you want, Marshal? Has 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯 sent you to spy?"