[center][h1]Liandrich[/h1][/center]
[@Silen Syanka]
"No. I'm the first one in my...family to bear the name 'Liandrich'. So I have to build the reputation myself." Another reason why he felt like he had to perfect himself everywhere he could. His father bore the name of the many great kings before him. That name alone give him a lot of honor and respect. So from there it was easy to rule the kingdom and do great things. Liandrich felt like it was different for him. There was no inherited honor. Built it all yourself, he told himself at night. Rise and soar like an eagle. Be golden and great. Petty fantasies of course. The reality was a lot more brutal. Gathering honor on a battlefield would be no problem for him. Even know, as he thought about leading his troops into battle. Holding a banner in his left hand and his sword high in his right. A fantasy that so often plastered a smile over his lips. Even now. But that was not the life of a king. The life of a king was behind closed doors. Surrounded by advisors talking with venom.

"So are you an heir? Or a liability?" A little blunt but again, true in Liandrich's eyes. He asked because he was interested. For him, only an heir had true purpose to a great family. Everyone younger had no true written out destiny. If he'd ever get a sister of brother, they would be useless. Maybe the brother could become his personal body guard. But what if that same brother want to raise as king himself? He thought that Thalassa could not be an heir. She was to free, with no apparent duties. Only siblings of an heir have that freedom.