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04-10-2014, 06:17 PM
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But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.
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He is appreciative of the golden steed, more so than he ever was of his true brothers in Th'orqui. He regrets that now, that he did not spend more time with them, or care much about their lives. He regrets that he did not walk among the god-trees with them, that he did not attend lessons with them, that he did not gossip with them and sit with them and just be with them as a brother should. It is so easy here, now, with Kaj, to simply walk through the swirling mists and lounging trees in silence. There is no pressure to speak, no awkward silence. There is simply brotherhood. He knows that it stems from the fact that they are both well-versed in the game of thrones, that they are both aware of what it takes to be a ruler. He knows that it stems from his own changes of character since entering Helovia. Once, Kaj would have been his rival as Quilyan strove for the very throne that his brother-in-arms now occupied. Once, the steed would have called him an enemy. But now, after all they have been through, after all they share, their lives could not progress in any other way except to call one another family - true family, not just herdmates. When Kaj speaks, his voice laden with sadness and regret, the painted Specter frowns, wanting to take away his pain. "No," he disagrees simply, knowing that here, alone among the trees, in matters such as these, he could do so. "Differently, perhaps, but not better. No war has been fought without sacrifices, nor has any king been crowned without them." Even in Th'orqui, they made sacrifices. A son assumed the throne only after his father's death, and so he ruled even as he mourned, at times the subject of rumors of murder. Quilyan had never been able to take his throne, as his father had been murdered by the Anarchists that likely still sought the prince's blood. That, too, had come with sacrifices - to leave his family, knowing they were likely dead but wanting to fight for their vengeance all the same. The silence continues for a moment, but then the cool blue gaze of the King fell upon the violet orbs of the Specter, and the question that falls from his lips is both a surprise and a relief, pulling the deposed prince from his own painful memories. A small smile appears on Quilyan's maw as he wonders who has ensnared his King, to drive Kaj to ask such a question. The King's embarrassment is ignored, his shoulder nudged softly. "Love... is living every moment of your life for another's happiness. Love is hard, so very hard - there are ups and downs, just as there are in the rest of life; but love is clinging to one another through the hard times. Love is stubbornness. Love is refusing to give up, no matter how dire the circumstances. Love is loyalty and faithfulness." He paused, considering the king, wanting to ask, but afraid, too. "Who is she?" |
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