[But there was still... nuance, to even the thought of doing that much. If the memory continues, he's sure Dimitri will be able to understand as much. If not in the moment, then... eventually. Possibly when he's laying awake at night.
He hates that he's added this to his friend's demons. He never should have known.]
I didn't want to bother His Majesty with something so small.
[That much, at least, is true. The ordeals of running a country seemed so much bigger than listening to the troubles of some kid from the borderlands, after all, and besides, in the few occasions he spent with Lambert - and the more occasions he spent with Rodrigue - he'd always preferred to not think of all this, to be happy.
Especially considering his mother knew. His father knew. Telling Rodrigue would have done nothing substantial - it wasn't as though his father would send him to live on the Fraldarius estate, after all - and while Lambert could have ordered him into better care... such a thing was too much, for something like him.
Almost as soon as total blackness envelops them, it, too, begins to fade away. First in sensation - the warm, stale air of indoors replaced with the biting breeze of a Gautier spring, stone flooring replaced with the crunch of well-worn dirt. Moments later, sunshine, stone pillars, racks of weaponry. They're alone - if only for a few moments - in the training yard of the estate.]
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[But there was still... nuance, to even the thought of doing that much. If the memory continues, he's sure Dimitri will be able to understand as much. If not in the moment, then... eventually. Possibly when he's laying awake at night.
He hates that he's added this to his friend's demons. He never should have known.]
I didn't want to bother His Majesty with something so small.
[That much, at least, is true. The ordeals of running a country seemed so much bigger than listening to the troubles of some kid from the borderlands, after all, and besides, in the few occasions he spent with Lambert - and the more occasions he spent with Rodrigue - he'd always preferred to not think of all this, to be happy.
Especially considering his mother knew. His father knew. Telling Rodrigue would have done nothing substantial - it wasn't as though his father would send him to live on the Fraldarius estate, after all - and while Lambert could have ordered him into better care... such a thing was too much, for something like him.
Almost as soon as total blackness envelops them, it, too, begins to fade away. First in sensation - the warm, stale air of indoors replaced with the biting breeze of a Gautier spring, stone flooring replaced with the crunch of well-worn dirt. Moments later, sunshine, stone pillars, racks of weaponry. They're alone - if only for a few moments - in the training yard of the estate.]