A loyal son to an unloving father. A devoted brother to my siblings, for whom I would die and kill for to keep safe. A learned man in the histories and philosophies of the kingdom that is my birthright, should it ever find me. An enemy to fear, and a strong ally to gain, were we in our hallowed courts. My grandsire's favourite, for matching him in wit and cunning. My uncle's bane, for the same reasons.
Rider to Vhagar, her chosen, my dearest friend who accepts me for all of who I am and demands nothing of me, just as I demand nothing of her.
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Rider to Vhagar, her chosen, my dearest friend who accepts me for all of who I am and demands nothing of me, just as I demand nothing of her.
How many chances, Tim?