#who left the himbo in charge;; brint

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Brint let out a small and content sigh from his spot at the bar of the tavern. The right hand had his head resting on the counter top with a mug of ale still in one of his hands. When he tilted his head up, most people around could see the large grin on his face along with a pair of cute dimples on his cheeks. Brint needed a break. Needed to just not worry about politics and doom and gloom for a moment and just get wasted. And right now? He would say that was a successful mission. Currently he's just enjoying the results. Relaxing peacefully in a haze.

He looked off to the side and offered the man who just took the stool a grin. The ex-warrior allowed his eyes to roam up and down the other man's body for a moment, trying to see if this is someone he should recognize. "Well hello there, handsome," Brint said with a small chuckle, his words having a hint of a slur to them.

"You come here often?" Gods knows Brint does. He's never been one to turn down a fun time or a good mug of ale.

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Hand of the King Brint Gauthier

Junior Warden Emilio Madrid

Dragon Rider Brooklyn Vanguard

Prince Niran Meski

Master of Ships

Lord Kastor 'Kas' Manalo

Gentleman in Waiting Zayn Ali

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@theunbrokenroyal

"Oh, hello there King Berik," Brint said as he looked at the other man, his handsome features morphing to that of confusion. "Was I not made aware of you needing me for something?" Sure, Brint may not be the best hand to the king. Being more of a warrior than a scholar. But he liked to think that he was organized enough to remember important meetings and dates.

"Did you need me for something? I'm sure I can handle it." Brint said with a confident grin as he looked at the other man curiously.

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@ofswordandcrowns

The Hand of the King couldn't help but to let out a happy groan as he settled down on his plush seat. Having spent some time helping train some of their knights, Brint was more than happy to take a little bit to relax. His shield and mace lay forgotten off to the side as he settled back, pale muscles flexing in the sun as Brint let out a happy groan of satisfaction as he felt the muscles pop and relax.

"Fuck...This is exactly what I needed. Sometime to test the body instead of the mind." Brint said with a happy grin. A grin that was swept away as he noticed that the son was being blocked. And when he saw by who? He couldn't help but to grin. "Long time no see, stranger! Where has those royals of yours been hiding you?" Brint asked as he saw Magnus, a man that he has come into contact here and there with. "Have you healed from that last ass kicking I gave you?" He teased playfully with a grin.

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Here ye, here ye, for (BRINT) of HOUSE (GAUTHIER), the (YOUNGEST BROTHER OF MORRIS GAUTHIER) of (DELE) has just arrived. They are (THIRTY FIVE), and look a great deal like (KELLAN LUTZ). Their vassals have described them as (STRONG & CAPABLE) but they also claim that they can be a bit (VAIN AND ARROGANT). (ACE, 29, CST, HE/HIM, NONE)

The youngest brother to the late king, Brint has never been the brightest. He was strong and a bit of a brute, usually relying on his brute strength to get him out of situations. But what truly shined with him to most people? Was his desire to do good and serve the people. Brint didn't care about how successful he was. Only that the kingdom was running smooth and that people were happy. So for most of his life, he was a knight for Dele. Using his strength and durability to power through just about any situation. And he was successful. No matter what their mission was, Brint had one goal. And that was to get everyone back.

Of course, that was almost a impossible task. But with his shield and mace? Along with his brute strength? Causalities were low. And morale was high. So Brint had been quite surprised when his older brother asked him to be his Hand. After all, their middle brother was probably the more studious of the two. But his older brother said something about Brint having been able to win over the people. About how his empathy and sympathy would make him a great person as his advisor while his two older brothers were more calculated. And if his brother thought it was the best for the kingdom? Brint decided it was time to lay down the weapons, and hit the books.

And that lasted about all of a few months. The desire to do something, to fight, still laid within Brint. So he decided that it wouldn't hurt to help train the knights from time to time. Brint made sure to try to study more and more...Try to learn of costumes and official laws and what not. But the books had never been his specialty. Thankfully, his brother has always been there. However...Now that is no longer the case. For his brother has passed, and people needed a leader. And as Brint has always said. Whatever his kingdom needed? He was willing to do. He would advise the Queen and help as much as he could. He refused to let Dele fall, even if that meant putting off his mourning a bit.

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@angelovastic

Brint has been cleaning his shirt at the river when he felt the eyes on him. The older man's pale and muscular upper body was one of envy for many warriors and royals alike. Brint's pecs were big and full, and his shoulders and arms showed the strength that came with a life time of training and battles. So when Brint picked himself up and turned towards the gaze, he couldn't help the knowing smirk from sliding onto his face.

"Ah, prince Angelo. To what do I owe this honor?" He asked with a smirk as he flapped his shirt, trying to get the excess water out of it while maintaining eye contact with the other. Allowing a few droplets of water to hit his own body and begin to gently run down it.

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@theunbrokenroyal

Brint wasn't much of a scholar. He wasn't interested in books or sciences, and he didn't have the drive or desire to learn much of anything that wasn't combat or a weapon. What he did have though? Was a wicked skill when it came to mace and flail along with shields. He would protect his people and kingdom until his last breath, and right now? That started with his family.

"Henri?" Brint asked as he knocked on the young prince's door. He had come here to inquire about possibly getting the younger man to agree to train with him. Wanting to take each of his nephews and give them a few tricks to help them...Should the need ever arise for it. "Are you in there?" He asked as he knocked once more before leaning against the door frame and waiting patiently.