In the kingdom south of here dwells a youth who bears my name. Proudly, if rumors be trusted. Which they aren't. Still, in rare idealistic moments, I don't mind admitting I hope fate has in mind for the lad a path less cautionary than my own.
The boy has a twin named for the good King, who is idolized by their father, who was once like a brother to me. One wouldn't wish for the boys to end up on opposing sides, as we namesakes have. And yet, if Destiny does decide to play, I'll be here. In the North. Waiting.
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