With her remark about his missed opportunity to be considered something akin to royalty, he couldn’t help the shallow scoff in amusement that manifest in a single note hum that escaped his nose. “I’d be no more a prince, than you a princess.” He answered her teasing with a bit of his own. Though it didn’t last for more than a few words. As she prompted him to continue, he’d clear his throat and do just that. “My father is a Praetor, and I carry his surname. But I don’t know which of us are legitimate and which of us aren’t. We can’t all be- I don’t think he’s ever taken a wife. My mother was a slave.” It didn’t necessarily address her question, but it did provide a little background information before moving on. “Anyways, from what my half-brother said, they were a pretty cut-throat bunch. I always wondered what it would have been like to see.” Aresenn explained. As they got to talking, and was easy to forget about marking the distance traveled. But even still, it was making the trip through the territory go a bit seemingly faster.
He recalled having this same conversation with Sephiran immediately after meeting Vulcan. So much had happened since then.“It sounded a lot like what Sephiran is trying to build.” He acknowledged aloud. It wasn’t much of an explanation as it was an initial realization for him. Maybe that’s why he was drawn to the ideals. “Ranks weren’t simply handed out, they were earned through battle. Those who wandered too close and didn’t belong were either taken hostage or killed. Deserters were hunted down. And if you didn’t pull your own weight, you didn’t last very long from the sound of it.” From what she had explained to him about her past … perhaps she would find similarities in her upbringing. Of course, that was what could have been. Not his reality.
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