Vitya dropped his hand, giving Yuri the option to move a bit, but quickly moved in front of him.
"You are among the attackers, no?" As a prince, he was given a very biased rundown of the situation at hand, and this one was very personal. Kingdom or not, the elf's terrain was being threatened. "You are their kind, I see that. I changed my mind." He paused. "Speak. Defend yourself. Why are you here?" He leaned down, staring at him, searching out some change in expression.
He wanted to be a good royal, live up to his family's expectations, his kind's expectations. It transcended elegance, his tall, pale waifishness, into something at once primordial and advanced. There was a certain militaristic demand of him, a proof of power. Indeed one Vitctor was not sure he possessed.
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"You are among the attackers, no?"
As a prince, he was given a very biased rundown of the situation at hand, and this one was very personal. Kingdom or not, the elf's terrain was being threatened.
"You are their kind, I see that. I changed my mind." He paused. "Speak. Defend yourself. Why are you here?"
He leaned down, staring at him, searching out some change in expression.
He wanted to be a good royal, live up to his family's expectations, his kind's expectations. It transcended elegance, his tall, pale waifishness, into something at once primordial and advanced. There was a certain militaristic demand of him, a proof of power. Indeed one Vitctor was not sure he possessed.