If I Had A Heart...

Isardis had never truly withheld dear relationships with his son?s; for whatever reasons it had always seemed to be his daughters that he lavished in his care, perhaps it was the more doting minds of his female offspring that drew them so close? Regardless, his son?s still loitered his mind as much as any other babe? though it seemed the men of the Armada family were far more likely to stray. He wonders silently what it is that has kept Drashiel close to Glaciem, whether loyalty is the key makings of his mind, or if he simply holds an ambitious wit, an unwavering perception.

The ghouls temples are a flurry of spotlight and focused aptitude; he is sharp, dedicated, striving, but most importantly Isardis is relentless. It would be that key quality that would have made him such a powerful King in his time. Athena had lured him into the prospect of excitement, led him to believe her ambition was second to none. It had been almost unnatural to place a woman atop his throne, though at the time it seemed the wisest option. She is a sovereign and no less, alas she has much to learn, and Isardis is far from satisfied.

Drashiel will show a potency for trainability, an open mind that may have strayed in the scarce upbringing of his father but he bares a forgiving respect for the man who has sired him. Isardis listens closely to his words, but it is not the syllables themselves that are exhilarating, but the purpose behind them. In the moment the duo-toned youth speaks of his worship, Isardis is tempted by the tutored structures of his luminous intellect; though he is not please the boy has been training with mere rogues. The assembly suddenly gains more purpose, ?And do you seek to be a King?? he marvels silently what the answer may prove to be.