♔ 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴! ♚
« A drunken man knows not fear. 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬, aye, but a fool can kill a 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐬, that too, but a thousand rats can bring down a 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫. I saw it happen once, down there in 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦. »
I am lucky to have Cregan. I could be dead if not for him . . .
What I mean to say is, I am glad your life has been kind to you. As kind as it could be.
I understand.
My uncle and cousins . . . They made me rather fearful. I did not have a name to protect me, so after our father passed, they sought to return me to where I came from.
Tried to sell me to the Brothel my mother died in.
Insults can become actions so quickly.
You know I do not mean it that way, my prince. I do not doubt your legitimacy. Such insults can simply be crushing and you take them as though it is nothing but a gust of wind.
I enjoy your company as well, my Prince.
I . . . It is odd to say that I feel less alone around you. But it is the truth.
Of course, the rumours, I’ll never believe them.
But as a bastard . . . You are an inspiration to those who hear the insults every day.
I cannot begin to imagine. Cregan and I had a brother . . . I never knew him, but Cregan did. If . . . Perhaps speaking with him would help?
I fear I can offer little but words of apology.