If I Had A Heart...

Silence fell gently between them for a moment before Isardis asked a question that Drashiel hardly expected. It fell on his ears like thunder and for a moment he wondered if he'd even heard the question correctly or if perhaps his father was joking with him. But no? he was serious. Peridot eyes narrowed just slightly, as he sought to seek out any hidden meaning in the question.


"And do you seek to be a King?"


Honestly, the thought had never seemed an attainable dream. He was a random offshoot of Isardis' blood. He bore no relation to any of the Queens Isardis had taken and he had many to choose from, Sendoa's offspring, Argent's? Drashiel had seen himself as being so far removed from the throne that he had deemed the thought unnecessary fantasy. But the throne was Athena's now so what did the answer to that question matter? Or was Isardis perhaps displeased with Athena? Or? perhaps it was Vereux that he was displeased with. Surely there was more to the question than mere curiosity. Isardis always had a purpose in what he did and said, of that Drashiel was certain.


But there was another, perhaps even more alarming word in that question. Seek. What was it that Drashiel was seeking, that he wanted? He supposed part of him still yearned for the approval of his father but that was a childish, whimpering part of him he did not seek to indulge further. Sal'krie. Yes. He did desire that woman both as a friend and as a lover though his love was quickly twisting into something more lustful, held at bay only by the hope she would come to her senses and return to him. Ultimately though, the thing he craved with a biting hunger was respect and acknowledgement. He craved power. Power in the ability to have his words carry weight, to be able to create change and stir others to action. Well then? what was a king?


"What I seek can barely be summed up in a title. However? I do crave the respect and acknowledgement of my peers as well as my lessers. And I do seek to have my words and actions carry the weight of mountains. So yes? I suppose I do seek to be a king. That is one way to obtain my desires." The words fell from his lips. steady, even and honest. It felt unusually to voice his wants so to his father but at the same time it felt satisfying. "Is there a reason you ask me this question, father?"