05-30-2018, 01:46 AM
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Her next words caused a visible change in his demeanor. Him? Frightened? Not easily. He was a knight, a protector of those in need. He feared nothing, not even death. In truth, the former prince was indeed scared of many things, but he would never let on to his actual fears. Amren was not one of them though. "I apologize if I offended you by not approaching you beforehand. As much as I would not like to admit this, you remind me heavily of my younger sister, Faye. She -" 'Murdered by mother and father in cold blood before plunging our realm into darkness, destroying all that I once held dear.' "- I just miss her something terrible. I believed avoiding you would help lessen the pain I felt, but I now know that is an impossible hurt to keep at bay. So, I suppose one might begin to get used to my presence. We will be seeing more of one another now, Amren." He chuckled as he finished speaking, allowing a smile to rise upon his lips, slowly like the sun at dawn.
Cain's response to Amren caused a dark eyebrow to arch upward. "Kind? Well, I appreciate your thinking that, Cain. I do try to be kind." Mother would have wanted it that way. She had always told him knights were supposed to be kind to those they guarded. Father said it mattered not about their temperament, said that knights should be rough if they so pleased. Thomas chose to fall in line with his mother's beliefs. "Cultured? Perhaps, yes, one could refer to me as such. I am as my kingdom sculpted me. Kind. Fair. Valiant. Cultured. I am to please. It is how I was raised."
Her next words caused a visible change in his demeanor. Him? Frightened? Not easily. He was a knight, a protector of those in need. He feared nothing, not even death. In truth, the former prince was indeed scared of many things, but he would never let on to his actual fears. Amren was not one of them though. "I apologize if I offended you by not approaching you beforehand. As much as I would not like to admit this, you remind me heavily of my younger sister, Faye. She -" 'Murdered by mother and father in cold blood before plunging our realm into darkness, destroying all that I once held dear.' "- I just miss her something terrible. I believed avoiding you would help lessen the pain I felt, but I now know that is an impossible hurt to keep at bay. So, I suppose one might begin to get used to my presence. We will be seeing more of one another now, Amren." He chuckled as he finished speaking, allowing a smile to rise upon his lips, slowly like the sun at dawn.
Cain's response to Amren caused a dark eyebrow to arch upward. "Kind? Well, I appreciate your thinking that, Cain. I do try to be kind." Mother would have wanted it that way. She had always told him knights were supposed to be kind to those they guarded. Father said it mattered not about their temperament, said that knights should be rough if they so pleased. Thomas chose to fall in line with his mother's beliefs. "Cultured? Perhaps, yes, one could refer to me as such. I am as my kingdom sculpted me. Kind. Fair. Valiant. Cultured. I am to please. It is how I was raised."
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my one true love is under the ground
and i'll never be anybody's hero now
and i'll never be anybody's hero now
thomas dubois | lionhearted | blackfall