Word arrives that young men of good standing are being summoned to train and serve within the household of Richard, Duke of Gloucester. Percival is chosen. He travels south along rough roads and forest paths, carrying both excitement and the weight of family expectation. The journey represents his first true crossing from the life he knew into the life he must grow into.

Call Toward Middleham

Years later, forces gather under Richard’s banner. Percival rides with the king’s retinue down broad forest roads, sunlight flickering through the trees. There is determination in the company’s pace. Though no one speaks of it openly, the march carries the tone of a defining moment approaching. Percival keeps the standard steady at his side.

Through Greenwood Paths

The story closes not with the noise of conflict but with the enduring quiet afterward. Percival’s loyalty becomes part of the land itself—whispered in stories, honored in memory, and preserved in the dignity of those who came after him. The fields rest once more beneath the turning light of the hills. His courage, marked by steadiness, becomes a lasting part of England’s history.

Loyalty Stood Its Ground

In the cold months, Percival helps tend animals, repair walls, and learn simple skills of survival in the biting wind. He trains with wooden practice weapons in the frosted grass, each breath visible in the morning air. The discipline, the patience, and the quiet resolve that his elders encourage become the foundations of the man he will later become.

Percival and the Winter Fields

Percival steps forward with the banner as the lines begin their advance. Every stride is steady, governed by training and resolve. The cloth moves above him, bright against the sky. This moment is not marked by fear—it is marked by devotion. The standard moves with purpose, held by a man who understands the depth of his oath.

The Bannerman’s Last Advance

In a solemn chamber lit by torches, Percival stands before Richard, now king, and formally pledges his service. The moment is calm and steady, without spectacle. His oath is not just a promise of courage in battle—it is a promise of fidelity to the responsibilities placed on him. The weight of that vow settles deeply into his character.

Oaths Before the Crown

The army reaches Leicester, where additional ranks assemble. Streets grow crowded with armor, horses, and murmured orders. Percival sees faces young and old—veterans who have marched for decades and fresh recruits learning how to steady their nerves. The king’s command is calm, deliberate. The company prepares for the final stretch.

Muster at Leicester Gate

The story begins with dawn rising over the wild northern countryside. Frost settles on stone walls, fields stretch toward distant ridges, and the borderlands wake slowly. In this quiet land, a young boy observes the world with steady eyes, shaped by the harsh winters and ancient hills that hold centuries of memory. This is the landscape that forges Percival’s earliest sense of belonging.

Northumberland at First Light

Ruins and tower remnants stand scattered across the region, reminders of long struggles on the English–Scottish line. Young Percival grows up among these stones, hearing stories of raids, old loyalties, and the families who held the frontier. The land around him carries a weight of history, and he begins to understand that duty is not learned—it is inherited.

Stones of the Borderlands

On the outskirts of Bosworth, the landscape feels charged. The fields are wide, the horizon low and expectant. Percival senses the shift in the air as officers take position and companies move to the ridges and low ground. There is no panic, only measured readiness. The standard he carries rises once again as the ranks form.

Bosworth Rising

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