Ask King Harrow

I am King Harrow, my ask box is open. Use it wisely.

[callum-the-dorkmage]

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The former King of Katolis was walking beside his horse, or rather, hobbling. The white mare nosed him gently and eventually Harrow gave up and mounted, patting her neck. “Guess I’m not as healed as I’d like to be Edel.” He chuckled sadly as he rode on through the woods. It had been what ? Week ? Months since the assassins came ? It didn’t matter really, but the King was constantly left amazed at how long it was taking for his injuries to heal. Of course being stabbed multiple times and falling out of a tower was going to do some damage, sure, but did it have to make him feel twenty years older ? Well, he wouldn’t even be alive without his new friend so best not dwell on that. Suddenly he came to a stop when he saw his son wandering outside of castle walks. He dismounted and stood there in disbelief, leaning on Edel “Callum ? Is that you ?”

Callum had looked up from the book he was holding (with the knowledge Xadia provided him, he was often reading books that had been sent over. Usually books on Sky magic, but any magic in general was interesting to him.) and his eyes widened in shock. He blinked, then rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure this wasn’t some hallucination from his lack of sleep from his studies. “I...dad?” His expression was as disbelieved as his father’s as he hesitantly stepped closer, almost afraid to do anything in case Harrow disappeared.

“I... I don’t understand. You died, the ribbon on Rayla’s arm... the funeral that took place. How... how are you in front of me right now?” His voice shook from emotion, sticking in his throat and making it nearly impossible to speak.

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Harrow stood by the mare debating taking his cane from the saddle bag and leaning on it for a minute before the former king gave in to the pain and unsteadiness and took out the staff. He really hated this. Before the king had been hearty and hale, seeming ageless. Now it was as if the years had suddenly fallen on him, making the man weak, tired and ill.

“I can’t tell you anything expect that it wasn’t my body at the funeral. I fell from the high tower and woke up in a cabin a fair distance away. I don’t know much but my friend is coming after me and she’ll explain more.” He could hear the sound of clinking and the mule behind him and it didn’t take long until the woman rode after him. “This is Sienna, I have her to thank for the fact that I’m alive.”

[callum-the-dorkmage]

He stared over at the approaching woman. At this point, the boy had been shocked into silence. He didn’t understand how this was happening, he could barely process that his father was alive and right in front of him. But, the explanations could come later, Harrow’s weakened state was of more importance. “Dad, why don’t you get back on, we’ll get you back to the castle and to the healer,” he instructed, walking towards him in case he needed help.

The woman was closer now and he nodded towards her, slightly awkward about it.

[ask-king-harrow]

“That is exactly what I was going to suggest, lead the way prince.” Sienna was looking around from her mule, her face half hidden by a silk veil. While Edel had nothing but a small bag on the saddle and reins Flo was laden with bags filled with herbs, books and other odds and ends Sienna had thought to pack. “I must be getting old” the king muttered to himself before patting Edel who kneeled and let him mount more easily. “As Sienna said, let’s go, meanwhile how about you tell us a bit about how I’m still alive ?” He turned to Callum “She’s an extraordinarily skilled mage”

Sienna purred but waved off the praise. “I’m a lucky mage and nothing more. It was sheer luck that I was by the castle that night with everything needed just as the moon was waning enough for me to cast a spell.” Sun magic, was there anything it couldn’t do ? “As for why the ribbons fell, well, there’s no such thing as a foolproof spell.” Harrow cleared his throat and spoke up. “But enough about me. How’s everyone else ? Ezran ? Amaya ? Viren ?”

[callum-the-dorkmage]

Callum’s head was still whirling, trying to process all of the information and his feelings about it at once, he responded slowly. “Viren... he’s not here, which is probably for the best, he’d be jailed on sight. He wasn’t...he wasn’t the man you thought he was, he betrayed us all. But, Amaya’s doing well! There’s no border to defend anymore, so she’s actually in the castle now, you can see her later. And Ezran’s doing pretty good as a king, Opeli’s been doing her best to help him. But I guess he won’t uh, need to be acting as king for much longer, huh?” His tone was light and joking, anything to try and make sense of everything right now.

And Ezran, he hadn’t even thought about how Ezran was going to react to any of this. He’d probably be a bit happier to see him than Callum. Not that he wasn’t happy to see his father alive, it was just confusing, and there was a tightness in his chest that he couldn’t explain. “D-do you know what’s been happening between us and Xadia? I can fill you in, if you need it,” he offered. He needed something to take his mind off of this, if only for a little. They were already at the castle, passing by the extremely shocked looking guards and towards the stables first, to take care of the adults’ mounts.

[ask-king-harrow]

The king sighed heavily, he had expected the news about Viren to be entirely honest but said nothing. “I can’t wait to see the rest of the family.” He smiled and continued to listen. Opeli would’ve helped of course, as would Amaya and probably Callum. “I’m sure you helped Ezran a lot too, though you’re right, he won’t need to act as king after today.” Sienna rolled her eyes playfully at him and he relented. “I mean, a few days.”

The new information about Xadia, he had heard done things but not a lot. “Well, as far as I’ve heard you, Ezran and a Moonshadow Elf whose name I don’t remember right now are the heroes and bringers of peace who brought the Dragon Prince to his mother. And I am extremely proud of you.” He looked warmly at Callum as he dismounted and took the cane, it was plain but sturdy enough to help him walk. “Of course, I expect to hear the full account of your adventures soon enough.”

“Just know young prince , he’ll be bragging about this to everyone he meets for the rest of your lives.” Sienna laughed while unsaddling Edel and Flo and politely asking a shocked stablehand to take her bags inside the old mage’s quarters, with Harrow’s approval.

[callum-the-dorkmage]

He felt his cheeks warm at the praise of his father, laughing lightly along with Sienna. “I don’t doubt it.” He lead them inside the castle, heading to the infirmary. The plan, in his mind anyways, was to get Harrow to the healer and he would find Ezran later to explain what was happening.

This...did not happen. As soon as they turned the corner, Ezran was there, Bait in his arms. Callum froze, almost hoping to back Sienna and Harrow up so they couldn’t be seen, but it was too late. The boy king looked up. His blue eyes only landed on Callum at first, before they looked behind him and his jaw dropped open.

“Uh, h-hey, Ez... I know this might be a lot but it’s uh, it’s-“

“Dad!”

Carefully setting Bait down, Ezran ran towards him and hugged him tightly. The Glowtoad joined him, practically shining Orange as he smiled, flopping near the former king as well.

[ask-king-harrow]

Harrow immediately gave the cane to Sienna and kneeled down to hug Ezran and also scooped Bait into his arms. “I missed you so much, and you too grumpy old toad.” He laughed while holding them close before looking up at Callum. “And what are you standing there for ? Come on.” He dragged his older son into the embrace as well.

Sienna watched, her tiger ears were now peeking from under the veil as the woman tried to wipe the traces of sadness off of her face. “The short version of the story is that King Harrow is alive and if not well, will soon be. The long version you’ll hear shortly over tea and from what I’ve heard of this place a quite frankly outrageous quantity of jelly tarts.”

Harrow stood back up slowly, using the wooden cane to support himself while gently letting his sons and Bait go. He was not looking forward to having to see the healer and show the mess under his bandages and tunic. Sienna had needed to sear the wounds to stop the bleeding and the burns were healing slowly and messily along with the wounds. “Just after the healer sees Sienna’s already done everything that needs doing and sends me to my rooms while trying to pick his jaw up from the floor. Who knew coming back from the dead would have so many people starring at me ?” One thing definetly didn’t change and it was his brand of humor which had Sienna roll her eyes

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Ezran had giggled, while Callum was still standing in shock at the hug. “There’s not really that many people who come back from the dead, dad. I’ll go tell him, so he has more time to pick his jaw back up.” Without another word, the boy was off with Bait in his arms.

Callum, finally managing to come back to reality coughed. “I…guess we better follow after him then.” So, the group did, entering into the room of the healer.

[ask-king-harrow]

Harrow laughed then winced and put a hand in his injuries, swearing under his breath. He was quiet, knowing Sienna was giving him the Look.

The healer was shocked but made a convincing attempt at being calm while looking Harrow over… until he sad the injuries. “You shouldn’t be alive-“

The King snickered. “I’ve heard that almost every day for weeks, so tell me something I don’t know.”

After a change of bandages and more stuttering from the Hesler, they were free to go. “Anyway, Ezran, this is Sienna. She’s a very good friend of mine, in fact she saved my life.”

[ask-king-harrow]

@callum-the-dorkmage

[ask-king-harrow]

Uh well, happy father’s day, dad. I…tried to make a jellytart for you but it didn’t turn out too well, and I kind of almost burned down Barius’ kitchen in the process. *laughs nervously, scratching the back of his head, before offering a page to him. It’s a drawing of him when he first returned through the woods*

- @callum-the-dorkmage

(OMG SORRY ITS SO LATE I DIDNT SEE IT)

The King looked at Callum and laughed but his eyes were full of warmth. “I suggest we leave the baking to Barius.” He said and took the page, tracing the lines over. “I love it, if you don’t mind I’d like to have this one framed”

@callum-the-dorkmage

[callum-the-dorkmage]

He smiled up at him, relieved that his gift had gone over well. “Uh, y-yeah! If that’s what you want, I don’t mind at all.”

[ask-king-harrow]

The King looked up and chuckled. “You know, I still keep some of your older drawing in one of the drawers in my room. The ones before you started sketching better than the man doing my portraits”

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“Wait, really?” Callum blinked in surprise. “I…didn’t even think you looked at them.”

[ask-king-harrow]

“I do, sometimes it’s nice to have some reminders that despite all the wrong in this world there’s children playing. Besides, I find them rather cute” he said, smiling softly

[callum-the-dorkmage]

@ask-king-harrow

The former King of Katolis was walking beside his horse, or rather, hobbling. The white mare nosed him gently and eventually Harrow gave up and mounted, patting her neck. “Guess I’m not as healed as I’d like to be Edel.” He chuckled sadly as he rode on through the woods. It had been what ? Week ? Months since the assassins came ? It didn’t matter really, but the King was constantly left amazed at how long it was taking for his injuries to heal. Of course being stabbed multiple times and falling out of a tower was going to do some damage, sure, but did it have to make him feel twenty years older ? Well, he wouldn’t even be alive without his new friend so best not dwell on that. Suddenly he came to a stop when he saw his son wandering outside of castle walks. He dismounted and stood there in disbelief, leaning on Edel “Callum ? Is that you ?”

Callum had looked up from the book he was holding (with the knowledge Xadia provided him, he was often reading books that had been sent over. Usually books on Sky magic, but any magic in general was interesting to him.) and his eyes widened in shock. He blinked, then rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure this wasn’t some hallucination from his lack of sleep from his studies. “I...dad?” His expression was as disbelieved as his father’s as he hesitantly stepped closer, almost afraid to do anything in case Harrow disappeared.

“I... I don’t understand. You died, the ribbon on Rayla’s arm... the funeral that took place. How... how are you in front of me right now?” His voice shook from emotion, sticking in his throat and making it nearly impossible to speak.

[ask-king-harrow]

Harrow stood by the mare debating taking his cane from the saddle bag and leaning on it for a minute before the former king gave in to the pain and unsteadiness and took out the staff. He really hated this. Before the king had been hearty and hale, seeming ageless. Now it was as if the years had suddenly fallen on him, making the man weak, tired and ill.

“I can’t tell you anything expect that it wasn’t my body at the funeral. I fell from the high tower and woke up in a cabin a fair distance away. I don’t know much but my friend is coming after me and she’ll explain more.” He could hear the sound of clinking and the mule behind him and it didn’t take long until the woman rode after him. “This is Sienna, I have her to thank for the fact that I’m alive.”

[callum-the-dorkmage]

He stared over at the approaching woman. At this point, the boy had been shocked into silence. He didn’t understand how this was happening, he could barely process that his father was alive and right in front of him. But, the explanations could come later, Harrow’s weakened state was of more importance. “Dad, why don’t you get back on, we’ll get you back to the castle and to the healer,” he instructed, walking towards him in case he needed help.

The woman was closer now and he nodded towards her, slightly awkward about it.

[ask-king-harrow]

“That is exactly what I was going to suggest, lead the way prince.” Sienna was looking around from her mule, her face half hidden by a silk veil. While Edel had nothing but a small bag on the saddle and reins Flo was laden with bags filled with herbs, books and other odds and ends Sienna had thought to pack. “I must be getting old” the king muttered to himself before patting Edel who kneeled and let him mount more easily. “As Sienna said, let’s go, meanwhile how about you tell us a bit about how I’m still alive ?” He turned to Callum “She’s an extraordinarily skilled mage”

Sienna purred but waved off the praise. “I’m a lucky mage and nothing more. It was sheer luck that I was by the castle that night with everything needed just as the moon was waning enough for me to cast a spell.” Sun magic, was there anything it couldn’t do ? “As for why the ribbons fell, well, there’s no such thing as a foolproof spell.” Harrow cleared his throat and spoke up. “But enough about me. How’s everyone else ? Ezran ? Amaya ? Viren ?”

[callum-the-dorkmage]

Callum’s head was still whirling, trying to process all of the information and his feelings about it at once, he responded slowly. “Viren... he’s not here, which is probably for the best, he’d be jailed on sight. He wasn’t...he wasn’t the man you thought he was, he betrayed us all. But, Amaya’s doing well! There’s no border to defend anymore, so she’s actually in the castle now, you can see her later. And Ezran’s doing pretty good as a king, Opeli’s been doing her best to help him. But I guess he won’t uh, need to be acting as king for much longer, huh?” His tone was light and joking, anything to try and make sense of everything right now.

And Ezran, he hadn’t even thought about how Ezran was going to react to any of this. He’d probably be a bit happier to see him than Callum. Not that he wasn’t happy to see his father alive, it was just confusing, and there was a tightness in his chest that he couldn’t explain. “D-do you know what’s been happening between us and Xadia? I can fill you in, if you need it,” he offered. He needed something to take his mind off of this, if only for a little. They were already at the castle, passing by the extremely shocked looking guards and towards the stables first, to take care of the adults’ mounts.

[ask-king-harrow]

The king sighed heavily, he had expected the news about Viren to be entirely honest but said nothing. “I can’t wait to see the rest of the family.” He smiled and continued to listen. Opeli would’ve helped of course, as would Amaya and probably Callum. “I’m sure you helped Ezran a lot too, though you’re right, he won’t need to act as king after today.” Sienna rolled her eyes playfully at him and he relented. “I mean, a few days.”

The new information about Xadia, he had heard done things but not a lot. “Well, as far as I’ve heard you, Ezran and a Moonshadow Elf whose name I don’t remember right now are the heroes and bringers of peace who brought the Dragon Prince to his mother. And I am extremely proud of you.” He looked warmly at Callum as he dismounted and took the cane, it was plain but sturdy enough to help him walk. “Of course, I expect to hear the full account of your adventures soon enough.”

“Just know young prince , he’ll be bragging about this to everyone he meets for the rest of your lives.” Sienna laughed while unsaddling Edel and Flo and politely asking a shocked stablehand to take her bags inside the old mage’s quarters, with Harrow’s approval.

[callum-the-dorkmage]

He felt his cheeks warm at the praise of his father, laughing lightly along with Sienna. “I don’t doubt it.” He lead them inside the castle, heading to the infirmary. The plan, in his mind anyways, was to get Harrow to the healer and he would find Ezran later to explain what was happening.

This...did not happen. As soon as they turned the corner, Ezran was there, Bait in his arms. Callum froze, almost hoping to back Sienna and Harrow up so they couldn’t be seen, but it was too late. The boy king looked up. His blue eyes only landed on Callum at first, before they looked behind him and his jaw dropped open.

“Uh, h-hey, Ez... I know this might be a lot but it’s uh, it’s-“

“Dad!”

Carefully setting Bait down, Ezran ran towards him and hugged him tightly. The Glowtoad joined him, practically shining Orange as he smiled, flopping near the former king as well.

[ask-king-harrow]

Harrow immediately gave the cane to Sienna and kneeled down to hug Ezran and also scooped Bait into his arms. “I missed you so much, and you too grumpy old toad.” He laughed while holding them close before looking up at Callum. “And what are you standing there for ? Come on.” He dragged his older son into the embrace as well.

Sienna watched, her tiger ears were now peeking from under the veil as the woman tried to wipe the traces of sadness off of her face. “The short version of the story is that King Harrow is alive and if not well, will soon be. The long version you’ll hear shortly over tea and from what I’ve heard of this place a quite frankly outrageous quantity of jelly tarts.”

Harrow stood back up slowly, using the wooden cane to support himself while gently letting his sons and Bait go. He was not looking forward to having to see the healer and show the mess under his bandages and tunic. Sienna had needed to sear the wounds to stop the bleeding and the burns were healing slowly and messily along with the wounds. “Just after the healer sees Sienna’s already done everything that needs doing and sends me to my rooms while trying to pick his jaw up from the floor. Who knew coming back from the dead would have so many people starring at me ?” One thing definetly didn’t change and it was his brand of humor which had Sienna roll her eyes

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Ezran had giggled, while Callum was still standing in shock at the hug. “There’s not really that many people who come back from the dead, dad. I’ll go tell him, so he has more time to pick his jaw back up.” Without another word, the boy was off with Bait in his arms.

Callum, finally managing to come back to reality coughed. “I…guess we better follow after him then.” So, the group did, entering into the room of the healer.

[ask-king-harrow]

Harrow laughed then winced and put a hand in his injuries, swearing under his breath. He was quiet, knowing Sienna was giving him the Look.

The healer was shocked but made a convincing attempt at being calm while looking Harrow over… until he sad the injuries. “You shouldn’t be alive-“

The King snickered. “I’ve heard that almost every day for weeks, so tell me something I don’t know.”

After a change of bandages and more stuttering from the Hesler, they were free to go. “Anyway, Ezran, this is Sienna. She’s a very good friend of mine, in fact she saved my life.”

[ask-king-harrow]

Uh well, happy father’s day, dad. I…tried to make a jellytart for you but it didn’t turn out too well, and I kind of almost burned down Barius’ kitchen in the process. *laughs nervously, scratching the back of his head, before offering a page to him. It’s a drawing of him when he first returned through the woods*

- @callum-the-dorkmage

(OMG SORRY ITS SO LATE I DIDNT SEE IT)

The King looked at Callum and laughed but his eyes were full of warmth. “I suggest we leave the baking to Barius.” He said and took the page, tracing the lines over. “I love it, if you don’t mind I’d like to have this one framed”

@callum-the-dorkmage

[callum-the-dorkmage]

He smiled up at him, relieved that his gift had gone over well. “Uh, y-yeah! If that’s what you want, I don’t mind at all.”

[ask-king-harrow]

The King looked up and chuckled. “You know, I still keep some of your older drawing in one of the drawers in my room. The ones before you started sketching better than the man doing my portraits”

[callum-the-dorkmage]

@ask-king-harrow

The former King of Katolis was walking beside his horse, or rather, hobbling. The white mare nosed him gently and eventually Harrow gave up and mounted, patting her neck. “Guess I’m not as healed as I’d like to be Edel.” He chuckled sadly as he rode on through the woods. It had been what ? Week ? Months since the assassins came ? It didn’t matter really, but the King was constantly left amazed at how long it was taking for his injuries to heal. Of course being stabbed multiple times and falling out of a tower was going to do some damage, sure, but did it have to make him feel twenty years older ? Well, he wouldn’t even be alive without his new friend so best not dwell on that. Suddenly he came to a stop when he saw his son wandering outside of castle walks. He dismounted and stood there in disbelief, leaning on Edel “Callum ? Is that you ?”

Callum had looked up from the book he was holding (with the knowledge Xadia provided him, he was often reading books that had been sent over. Usually books on Sky magic, but any magic in general was interesting to him.) and his eyes widened in shock. He blinked, then rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure this wasn’t some hallucination from his lack of sleep from his studies. “I...dad?” His expression was as disbelieved as his father’s as he hesitantly stepped closer, almost afraid to do anything in case Harrow disappeared.

“I... I don’t understand. You died, the ribbon on Rayla’s arm... the funeral that took place. How... how are you in front of me right now?” His voice shook from emotion, sticking in his throat and making it nearly impossible to speak.

[ask-king-harrow]

Harrow stood by the mare debating taking his cane from the saddle bag and leaning on it for a minute before the former king gave in to the pain and unsteadiness and took out the staff. He really hated this. Before the king had been hearty and hale, seeming ageless. Now it was as if the years had suddenly fallen on him, making the man weak, tired and ill.

“I can’t tell you anything expect that it wasn’t my body at the funeral. I fell from the high tower and woke up in a cabin a fair distance away. I don’t know much but my friend is coming after me and she’ll explain more.” He could hear the sound of clinking and the mule behind him and it didn’t take long until the woman rode after him. “This is Sienna, I have her to thank for the fact that I’m alive.”

[callum-the-dorkmage]

He stared over at the approaching woman. At this point, the boy had been shocked into silence. He didn’t understand how this was happening, he could barely process that his father was alive and right in front of him. But, the explanations could come later, Harrow’s weakened state was of more importance. “Dad, why don’t you get back on, we’ll get you back to the castle and to the healer,” he instructed, walking towards him in case he needed help.

The woman was closer now and he nodded towards her, slightly awkward about it.

[ask-king-harrow]

“That is exactly what I was going to suggest, lead the way prince.” Sienna was looking around from her mule, her face half hidden by a silk veil. While Edel had nothing but a small bag on the saddle and reins Flo was laden with bags filled with herbs, books and other odds and ends Sienna had thought to pack. “I must be getting old” the king muttered to himself before patting Edel who kneeled and let him mount more easily. “As Sienna said, let’s go, meanwhile how about you tell us a bit about how I’m still alive ?” He turned to Callum “She’s an extraordinarily skilled mage”

Sienna purred but waved off the praise. “I’m a lucky mage and nothing more. It was sheer luck that I was by the castle that night with everything needed just as the moon was waning enough for me to cast a spell.” Sun magic, was there anything it couldn’t do ? “As for why the ribbons fell, well, there’s no such thing as a foolproof spell.” Harrow cleared his throat and spoke up. “But enough about me. How’s everyone else ? Ezran ? Amaya ? Viren ?”

[callum-the-dorkmage]

Callum’s head was still whirling, trying to process all of the information and his feelings about it at once, he responded slowly. “Viren... he’s not here, which is probably for the best, he’d be jailed on sight. He wasn’t...he wasn’t the man you thought he was, he betrayed us all. But, Amaya’s doing well! There’s no border to defend anymore, so she’s actually in the castle now, you can see her later. And Ezran’s doing pretty good as a king, Opeli’s been doing her best to help him. But I guess he won’t uh, need to be acting as king for much longer, huh?” His tone was light and joking, anything to try and make sense of everything right now.

And Ezran, he hadn’t even thought about how Ezran was going to react to any of this. He’d probably be a bit happier to see him than Callum. Not that he wasn’t happy to see his father alive, it was just confusing, and there was a tightness in his chest that he couldn’t explain. “D-do you know what’s been happening between us and Xadia? I can fill you in, if you need it,” he offered. He needed something to take his mind off of this, if only for a little. They were already at the castle, passing by the extremely shocked looking guards and towards the stables first, to take care of the adults’ mounts.

[ask-king-harrow]

The king sighed heavily, he had expected the news about Viren to be entirely honest but said nothing. “I can’t wait to see the rest of the family.” He smiled and continued to listen. Opeli would’ve helped of course, as would Amaya and probably Callum. “I’m sure you helped Ezran a lot too, though you’re right, he won’t need to act as king after today.” Sienna rolled her eyes playfully at him and he relented. “I mean, a few days.”

The new information about Xadia, he had heard done things but not a lot. “Well, as far as I’ve heard you, Ezran and a Moonshadow Elf whose name I don’t remember right now are the heroes and bringers of peace who brought the Dragon Prince to his mother. And I am extremely proud of you.” He looked warmly at Callum as he dismounted and took the cane, it was plain but sturdy enough to help him walk. “Of course, I expect to hear the full account of your adventures soon enough.”

“Just know young prince , he’ll be bragging about this to everyone he meets for the rest of your lives.” Sienna laughed while unsaddling Edel and Flo and politely asking a shocked stablehand to take her bags inside the old mage’s quarters, with Harrow’s approval.

[callum-the-dorkmage]

He felt his cheeks warm at the praise of his father, laughing lightly along with Sienna. “I don’t doubt it.” He lead them inside the castle, heading to the infirmary. The plan, in his mind anyways, was to get Harrow to the healer and he would find Ezran later to explain what was happening.

This...did not happen. As soon as they turned the corner, Ezran was there, Bait in his arms. Callum froze, almost hoping to back Sienna and Harrow up so they couldn’t be seen, but it was too late. The boy king looked up. His blue eyes only landed on Callum at first, before they looked behind him and his jaw dropped open.

“Uh, h-hey, Ez... I know this might be a lot but it’s uh, it’s-“

“Dad!”

Carefully setting Bait down, Ezran ran towards him and hugged him tightly. The Glowtoad joined him, practically shining Orange as he smiled, flopping near the former king as well.

[ask-king-harrow]

Harrow immediately gave the cane to Sienna and kneeled down to hug Ezran and also scooped Bait into his arms. “I missed you so much, and you too grumpy old toad.” He laughed while holding them close before looking up at Callum. “And what are you standing there for ? Come on.” He dragged his older son into the embrace as well.

Sienna watched, her tiger ears were now peeking from under the veil as the woman tried to wipe the traces of sadness off of her face. “The short version of the story is that King Harrow is alive and if not well, will soon be. The long version you’ll hear shortly over tea and from what I’ve heard of this place a quite frankly outrageous quantity of jelly tarts.”

Harrow stood back up slowly, using the wooden cane to support himself while gently letting his sons and Bait go. He was not looking forward to having to see the healer and show the mess under his bandages and tunic. Sienna had needed to sear the wounds to stop the bleeding and the burns were healing slowly and messily along with the wounds. “Just after the healer sees Sienna’s already done everything that needs doing and sends me to my rooms while trying to pick his jaw up from the floor. Who knew coming back from the dead would have so many people starring at me ?” One thing definetly didn’t change and it was his brand of humor which had Sienna roll her eyes

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@callum-the-dorkmage

[ask-king-harrow]

Uh well, happy father’s day, dad. I…tried to make a jellytart for you but it didn’t turn out too well, and I kind of almost burned down Barius’ kitchen in the process. *laughs nervously, scratching the back of his head, before offering a page to him. It’s a drawing of him when he first returned through the woods*

- @callum-the-dorkmage

(OMG SORRY ITS SO LATE I DIDNT SEE IT)

The King looked at Callum and laughed but his eyes were full of warmth. “I suggest we leave the baking to Barius.” He said and took the page, tracing the lines over. “I love it, if you don’t mind I’d like to have this one framed”

@callum-the-dorkmage

[callum-the-dorkmage]

@ask-king-harrow

The former King of Katolis was walking beside his horse, or rather, hobbling. The white mare nosed him gently and eventually Harrow gave up and mounted, patting her neck. “Guess I’m not as healed as I’d like to be Edel.” He chuckled sadly as he rode on through the woods. It had been what ? Week ? Months since the assassins came ? It didn’t matter really, but the King was constantly left amazed at how long it was taking for his injuries to heal. Of course being stabbed multiple times and falling out of a tower was going to do some damage, sure, but did it have to make him feel twenty years older ? Well, he wouldn’t even be alive without his new friend so best not dwell on that. Suddenly he came to a stop when he saw his son wandering outside of castle walks. He dismounted and stood there in disbelief, leaning on Edel “Callum ? Is that you ?”

Callum had looked up from the book he was holding (with the knowledge Xadia provided him, he was often reading books that had been sent over. Usually books on Sky magic, but any magic in general was interesting to him.) and his eyes widened in shock. He blinked, then rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure this wasn’t some hallucination from his lack of sleep from his studies. “I...dad?” His expression was as disbelieved as his father’s as he hesitantly stepped closer, almost afraid to do anything in case Harrow disappeared.

“I... I don’t understand. You died, the ribbon on Rayla’s arm... the funeral that took place. How... how are you in front of me right now?” His voice shook from emotion, sticking in his throat and making it nearly impossible to speak.

[ask-king-harrow]

Harrow stood by the mare debating taking his cane from the saddle bag and leaning on it for a minute before the former king gave in to the pain and unsteadiness and took out the staff. He really hated this. Before the king had been hearty and hale, seeming ageless. Now it was as if the years had suddenly fallen on him, making the man weak, tired and ill.

“I can’t tell you anything expect that it wasn’t my body at the funeral. I fell from the high tower and woke up in a cabin a fair distance away. I don’t know much but my friend is coming after me and she’ll explain more.” He could hear the sound of clinking and the mule behind him and it didn’t take long until the woman rode after him. “This is Sienna, I have her to thank for the fact that I’m alive.”

[callum-the-dorkmage]

He stared over at the approaching woman. At this point, the boy had been shocked into silence. He didn’t understand how this was happening, he could barely process that his father was alive and right in front of him. But, the explanations could come later, Harrow’s weakened state was of more importance. “Dad, why don’t you get back on, we’ll get you back to the castle and to the healer,” he instructed, walking towards him in case he needed help.

The woman was closer now and he nodded towards her, slightly awkward about it.

[ask-king-harrow]

“That is exactly what I was going to suggest, lead the way prince.” Sienna was looking around from her mule, her face half hidden by a silk veil. While Edel had nothing but a small bag on the saddle and reins Flo was laden with bags filled with herbs, books and other odds and ends Sienna had thought to pack. “I must be getting old” the king muttered to himself before patting Edel who kneeled and let him mount more easily. “As Sienna said, let’s go, meanwhile how about you tell us a bit about how I’m still alive ?” He turned to Callum “She’s an extraordinarily skilled mage”

Sienna purred but waved off the praise. “I’m a lucky mage and nothing more. It was sheer luck that I was by the castle that night with everything needed just as the moon was waning enough for me to cast a spell.” Sun magic, was there anything it couldn’t do ? “As for why the ribbons fell, well, there’s no such thing as a foolproof spell.” Harrow cleared his throat and spoke up. “But enough about me. How’s everyone else ? Ezran ? Amaya ? Viren ?”

[callum-the-dorkmage]

Callum’s head was still whirling, trying to process all of the information and his feelings about it at once, he responded slowly. “Viren... he’s not here, which is probably for the best, he’d be jailed on sight. He wasn’t...he wasn’t the man you thought he was, he betrayed us all. But, Amaya’s doing well! There’s no border to defend anymore, so she’s actually in the castle now, you can see her later. And Ezran’s doing pretty good as a king, Opeli’s been doing her best to help him. But I guess he won’t uh, need to be acting as king for much longer, huh?” His tone was light and joking, anything to try and make sense of everything right now.

And Ezran, he hadn’t even thought about how Ezran was going to react to any of this. He’d probably be a bit happier to see him than Callum. Not that he wasn’t happy to see his father alive, it was just confusing, and there was a tightness in his chest that he couldn’t explain. “D-do you know what’s been happening between us and Xadia? I can fill you in, if you need it,” he offered. He needed something to take his mind off of this, if only for a little. They were already at the castle, passing by the extremely shocked looking guards and towards the stables first, to take care of the adults’ mounts.

[ask-king-harrow]

The king sighed heavily, he had expected the news about Viren to be entirely honest but said nothing. “I can’t wait to see the rest of the family.” He smiled and continued to listen. Opeli would’ve helped of course, as would Amaya and probably Callum. “I’m sure you helped Ezran a lot too, though you’re right, he won’t need to act as king after today.” Sienna rolled her eyes playfully at him and he relented. “I mean, a few days.”

The new information about Xadia, he had heard done things but not a lot. “Well, as far as I’ve heard you, Ezran and a Moonshadow Elf whose name I don’t remember right now are the heroes and bringers of peace who brought the Dragon Prince to his mother. And I am extremely proud of you.” He looked warmly at Callum as he dismounted and took the cane, it was plain but sturdy enough to help him walk. “Of course, I expect to hear the full account of your adventures soon enough.”

“Just know young prince , he’ll be bragging about this to everyone he meets for the rest of your lives.” Sienna laughed while unsaddling Edel and Flo and politely asking a shocked stablehand to take her bags inside the old mage’s quarters, with Harrow’s approval.

[callum-the-dorkmage]

He felt his cheeks warm at the praise of his father, laughing lightly along with Sienna. “I don’t doubt it.” He lead them inside the castle, heading to the infirmary. The plan, in his mind anyways, was to get Harrow to the healer and he would find Ezran later to explain what was happening.

This...did not happen. As soon as they turned the corner, Ezran was there, Bait in his arms. Callum froze, almost hoping to back Sienna and Harrow up so they couldn’t be seen, but it was too late. The boy king looked up. His blue eyes only landed on Callum at first, before they looked behind him and his jaw dropped open.

“Uh, h-hey, Ez... I know this might be a lot but it’s uh, it’s-“

“Dad!”

Carefully setting Bait down, Ezran ran towards him and hugged him tightly. The Glowtoad joined him, practically shining Orange as he smiled, flopping near the former king as well.

[ask-king-harrow]

Harrow immediately gave the cane to Sienna and kneeled down to hug Ezran and also scooped Bait into his arms. “I missed you so much, and you too grumpy old toad.” He laughed while holding them close before looking up at Callum. “And what are you standing there for ? Come on.” He dragged his older son into the embrace as well.

Sienna watched, her tiger ears were now peeking from under the veil as the woman tried to wipe the traces of sadness off of her face. “The short version of the story is that King Harrow is alive and if not well, will soon be. The long version you’ll hear shortly over tea and from what I’ve heard of this place a quite frankly outrageous quantity of jelly tarts.”

Harrow stood back up slowly, using the wooden cane to support himself while gently letting his sons and Bait go. He was not looking forward to having to see the healer and show the mess under his bandages and tunic. Sienna had needed to sear the wounds to stop the bleeding and the burns were healing slowly and messily along with the wounds. “Just after the healer sees Sienna’s already done everything that needs doing and sends me to my rooms while trying to pick his jaw up from the floor. Who knew coming back from the dead would have so many people starring at me ?” One thing definetly didn’t change and it was his brand of humor which had Sienna roll her eyes

[callum-the-dorkmage]

@ask-king-harrow

The former King of Katolis was walking beside his horse, or rather, hobbling. The white mare nosed him gently and eventually Harrow gave up and mounted, patting her neck. “Guess I’m not as healed as I’d like to be Edel.” He chuckled sadly as he rode on through the woods. It had been what ? Week ? Months since the assassins came ? It didn’t matter really, but the King was constantly left amazed at how long it was taking for his injuries to heal. Of course being stabbed multiple times and falling out of a tower was going to do some damage, sure, but did it have to make him feel twenty years older ? Well, he wouldn’t even be alive without his new friend so best not dwell on that. Suddenly he came to a stop when he saw his son wandering outside of castle walks. He dismounted and stood there in disbelief, leaning on Edel “Callum ? Is that you ?”

Callum had looked up from the book he was holding (with the knowledge Xadia provided him, he was often reading books that had been sent over. Usually books on Sky magic, but any magic in general was interesting to him.) and his eyes widened in shock. He blinked, then rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure this wasn’t some hallucination from his lack of sleep from his studies. “I...dad?” His expression was as disbelieved as his father’s as he hesitantly stepped closer, almost afraid to do anything in case Harrow disappeared.

“I... I don’t understand. You died, the ribbon on Rayla’s arm... the funeral that took place. How... how are you in front of me right now?” His voice shook from emotion, sticking in his throat and making it nearly impossible to speak.

[ask-king-harrow]

Harrow stood by the mare debating taking his cane from the saddle bag and leaning on it for a minute before the former king gave in to the pain and unsteadiness and took out the staff. He really hated this. Before the king had been hearty and hale, seeming ageless. Now it was as if the years had suddenly fallen on him, making the man weak, tired and ill.

“I can’t tell you anything expect that it wasn’t my body at the funeral. I fell from the high tower and woke up in a cabin a fair distance away. I don’t know much but my friend is coming after me and she’ll explain more.” He could hear the sound of clinking and the mule behind him and it didn’t take long until the woman rode after him. “This is Sienna, I have her to thank for the fact that I’m alive.”

[callum-the-dorkmage]

He stared over at the approaching woman. At this point, the boy had been shocked into silence. He didn’t understand how this was happening, he could barely process that his father was alive and right in front of him. But, the explanations could come later, Harrow’s weakened state was of more importance. “Dad, why don’t you get back on, we’ll get you back to the castle and to the healer,” he instructed, walking towards him in case he needed help.

The woman was closer now and he nodded towards her, slightly awkward about it.

[ask-king-harrow]

“That is exactly what I was going to suggest, lead the way prince.” Sienna was looking around from her mule, her face half hidden by a silk veil. While Edel had nothing but a small bag on the saddle and reins Flo was laden with bags filled with herbs, books and other odds and ends Sienna had thought to pack. “I must be getting old” the king muttered to himself before patting Edel who kneeled and let him mount more easily. “As Sienna said, let’s go, meanwhile how about you tell us a bit about how I’m still alive ?” He turned to Callum “She’s an extraordinarily skilled mage”

Sienna purred but waved off the praise. “I’m a lucky mage and nothing more. It was sheer luck that I was by the castle that night with everything needed just as the moon was waning enough for me to cast a spell.” Sun magic, was there anything it couldn’t do ? “As for why the ribbons fell, well, there’s no such thing as a foolproof spell.” Harrow cleared his throat and spoke up. “But enough about me. How’s everyone else ? Ezran ? Amaya ? Viren ?”

[callum-the-dorkmage]

Callum’s head was still whirling, trying to process all of the information and his feelings about it at once, he responded slowly. “Viren... he’s not here, which is probably for the best, he’d be jailed on sight. He wasn’t...he wasn’t the man you thought he was, he betrayed us all. But, Amaya’s doing well! There’s no border to defend anymore, so she’s actually in the castle now, you can see her later. And Ezran’s doing pretty good as a king, Opeli’s been doing her best to help him. But I guess he won’t uh, need to be acting as king for much longer, huh?” His tone was light and joking, anything to try and make sense of everything right now.

And Ezran, he hadn’t even thought about how Ezran was going to react to any of this. He’d probably be a bit happier to see him than Callum. Not that he wasn’t happy to see his father alive, it was just confusing, and there was a tightness in his chest that he couldn’t explain. “D-do you know what’s been happening between us and Xadia? I can fill you in, if you need it,” he offered. He needed something to take his mind off of this, if only for a little. They were already at the castle, passing by the extremely shocked looking guards and towards the stables first, to take care of the adults’ mounts.

[ask-king-harrow]

The king sighed heavily, he had expected the news about Viren to be entirely honest but said nothing. “I can’t wait to see the rest of the family.” He smiled and continued to listen. Opeli would’ve helped of course, as would Amaya and probably Callum. “I’m sure you helped Ezran a lot too, though you’re right, he won’t need to act as king after today.” Sienna rolled her eyes playfully at him and he relented. “I mean, a few days.”

The new information about Xadia, he had heard done things but not a lot. “Well, as far as I’ve heard you, Ezran and a Moonshadow Elf whose name I don’t remember right now are the heroes and bringers of peace who brought the Dragon Prince to his mother. And I am extremely proud of you.” He looked warmly at Callum as he dismounted and took the cane, it was plain but sturdy enough to help him walk. “Of course, I expect to hear the full account of your adventures soon enough.”

“Just know young prince , he’ll be bragging about this to everyone he meets for the rest of your lives.” Sienna laughed while unsaddling Edel and Flo and politely asking a shocked stablehand to take her bags inside the old mage’s quarters, with Harrow’s approval.

[callum-the-dorkmage]

@ask-king-harrow

The former King of Katolis was walking beside his horse, or rather, hobbling. The white mare nosed him gently and eventually Harrow gave up and mounted, patting her neck. “Guess I’m not as healed as I’d like to be Edel.” He chuckled sadly as he rode on through the woods. It had been what ? Week ? Months since the assassins came ? It didn’t matter really, but the King was constantly left amazed at how long it was taking for his injuries to heal. Of course being stabbed multiple times and falling out of a tower was going to do some damage, sure, but did it have to make him feel twenty years older ? Well, he wouldn’t even be alive without his new friend so best not dwell on that. Suddenly he came to a stop when he saw his son wandering outside of castle walks. He dismounted and stood there in disbelief, leaning on Edel “Callum ? Is that you ?”

Callum had looked up from the book he was holding (with the knowledge Xadia provided him, he was often reading books that had been sent over. Usually books on Sky magic, but any magic in general was interesting to him.) and his eyes widened in shock. He blinked, then rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure this wasn’t some hallucination from his lack of sleep from his studies. “I...dad?” His expression was as disbelieved as his father’s as he hesitantly stepped closer, almost afraid to do anything in case Harrow disappeared.

“I... I don’t understand. You died, the ribbon on Rayla’s arm... the funeral that took place. How... how are you in front of me right now?” His voice shook from emotion, sticking in his throat and making it nearly impossible to speak.

[ask-king-harrow]

Harrow stood by the mare debating taking his cane from the saddle bag and leaning on it for a minute before the former king gave in to the pain and unsteadiness and took out the staff. He really hated this. Before the king had been hearty and hale, seeming ageless. Now it was as if the years had suddenly fallen on him, making the man weak, tired and ill.

“I can’t tell you anything expect that it wasn’t my body at the funeral. I fell from the high tower and woke up in a cabin a fair distance away. I don’t know much but my friend is coming after me and she’ll explain more.” He could hear the sound of clinking and the mule behind him and it didn’t take long until the woman rode after him. “This is Sienna, I have her to thank for the fact that I’m alive.”

[callum-the-dorkmage]

He stared over at the approaching woman. At this point, the boy had been shocked into silence. He didn’t understand how this was happening, he could barely process that his father was alive and right in front of him. But, the explanations could come later, Harrow’s weakened state was of more importance. “Dad, why don’t you get back on, we’ll get you back to the castle and to the healer,” he instructed, walking towards him in case he needed help.

The woman was closer now and he nodded towards her, slightly awkward about it.

[ask-king-harrow]

“That is exactly what I was going to suggest, lead the way prince.” Sienna was looking around from her mule, her face half hidden by a silk veil. While Edel had nothing but a small bag on the saddle and reins Flo was laden with bags filled with herbs, books and other odds and ends Sienna had thought to pack. “I must be getting old” the king muttered to himself before patting Edel who kneeled and let him mount more easily. “As Sienna said, let’s go, meanwhile how about you tell us a bit about how I’m still alive ?” He turned to Callum “She’s an extraordinarily skilled mage”

Sienna purred but waved off the praise. “I’m a lucky mage and nothing more. It was sheer luck that I was by the castle that night with everything needed just as the moon was waning enough for me to cast a spell.” Sun magic, was there anything it couldn’t do ? “As for why the ribbons fell, well, there’s no such thing as a foolproof spell.” Harrow cleared his throat and spoke up. “But enough about me. How’s everyone else ? Ezran ? Amaya ? Viren ?”

[callum-the-dorkmage]

@ask-king-harrow

The former King of Katolis was walking beside his horse, or rather, hobbling. The white mare nosed him gently and eventually Harrow gave up and mounted, patting her neck. “Guess I’m not as healed as I’d like to be Edel.” He chuckled sadly as he rode on through the woods. It had been what ? Week ? Months since the assassins came ? It didn’t matter really, but the King was constantly left amazed at how long it was taking for his injuries to heal. Of course being stabbed multiple times and falling out of a tower was going to do some damage, sure, but did it have to make him feel twenty years older ? Well, he wouldn’t even be alive without his new friend so best not dwell on that. Suddenly he came to a stop when he saw his son wandering outside of castle walks. He dismounted and stood there in disbelief, leaning on Edel “Callum ? Is that you ?”

Callum had looked up from the book he was holding (with the knowledge Xadia provided him, he was often reading books that had been sent over. Usually books on Sky magic, but any magic in general was interesting to him.) and his eyes widened in shock. He blinked, then rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure this wasn’t some hallucination from his lack of sleep from his studies. “I...dad?” His expression was as disbelieved as his father’s as he hesitantly stepped closer, almost afraid to do anything in case Harrow disappeared.

“I... I don’t understand. You died, the ribbon on Rayla’s arm... the funeral that took place. How... how are you in front of me right now?” His voice shook from emotion, sticking in his throat and making it nearly impossible to speak.

[ask-king-harrow]

Harrow stood by the mare debating taking his cane from the saddle bag and leaning on it for a minute before the former king gave in to the pain and unsteadiness and took out the staff. He really hated this. Before the king had been hearty and hale, seeming ageless. Now it was as if the years had suddenly fallen on him, making the man weak, tired and ill.

“I can’t tell you anything expect that it wasn’t my body at the funeral. I fell from the high tower and woke up in a cabin a fair distance away. I don’t know much but my friend is coming after me and she’ll explain more.” He could hear the sound of clinking and the mule behind him and it didn’t take long until the woman rode after him. “This is Sienna, I have her to thank for the fact that I’m alive.”

[rayla-sol-regem]

@ask-king-harrow

Ah, my son’s lover. I don’t think we had the chance to introduce ourselves properly, I’m King Harrow. An honor to meet such a Noble young warrior

“L-lover? Is that what he calls me? WAIT!!! Your majesty?! I- But you were dead? What is this?!”

[ask-king-harrow]

“And I forgot news don’t travel as fast as I hoped. He does call you that when he think no one is there to hear. As for myself, I am thankfully not dead thanks to a good friend of mine” he chuckled

[dragonprincegenerator]

Some people??? assassinate the king??? to cope???

[illustrator-dani]

Aaravos, why are you on Tumblr?

[aaravos-answers]

Because it is fun. I enjoy it here and my flock grows almost daily. Why are you on Tumblr?

[ask-king-harrow]

This really isn’t funny

[aaravos-answers]

But I do not assassinate kings! Only two queens, ever, and neither was human. Both had wronged me, so neither was a coping mechanism. I do not kill to cope, only in combat or vengeance.

Speak to the assassins, @ask-runaan-anything and @rayla-sol-regem, if you wish to explain why it is not funny.

[rayla-sol-regem]

HEY! I never killed anyone! I’d rather loose a hand then unjustly kill someone!

[askvirenanything]

“Never,” she says.

Why do I not believe that.

[rayla-sol-regem]

Are you still dead? No. So stop complaining.

Also don’t make me reiterate my last sentence…

[ask-king-harrow]

I’m pretty sure killing Viren would be justly, for everything he’s done, and for getting weird caterpillar goo all over my crown

[hiccupshypotheticalleftsock]

Callum: the last bite of a cookie is technically not the last bite because you don’t bite it you just put it all in your mouth

Rayla:

Rayla: why are you like this

[callum-the-dorkmage]

Listen, when you have a little brother who is crazy about sweets...you learn to find the technicalities on eating them.

[ask-king-harrow]

He’s not wrong, though I prefer a nice tiramisu myself

[dragonprincegenerator]

Some people??? assassinate the king??? to cope???

[illustrator-dani]

Aaravos, why are you on Tumblr?

[aaravos-answers]

Because it is fun. I enjoy it here and my flock grows almost daily. Why are you on Tumblr?

[ask-king-harrow]

This really isn’t funny

[aaravos-answers]

But I do not assassinate kings! Only two queens, ever, and neither was human. Both had wronged me, so neither was a coping mechanism. I do not kill to cope, only in combat or vengeance.

Speak to the assassins, @ask-runaan-anything and @rayla-sol-regem, if you wish to explain why it is not funny.

[rayla-sol-regem]

HEY! I never killed anyone! I’d rather loose a hand then unjustly kill someone!

[ask-king-harrow]

And I truly appreciate that, it’s thanks to you I still have both of my boys

[dragonprincegenerator]

Some people??? assassinate the king??? to cope???

[illustrator-dani]

Aaravos, why are you on Tumblr?

[aaravos-answers]

Because it is fun. I enjoy it here and my flock grows almost daily. Why are you on Tumblr?

[ask-king-harrow]

This really isn’t funny

[ask-king-harrow]

I've heard of you. The former King of Katolis, once Viren's best friend. He spoke highly of you, you know, and I always felt it was a pity you were dead, as we might have been friends.

It seems now I have a chance to test that theory. You seem a reasonable man, I trust you will not judge me from someone else's story.

~@aaravosanswers

Please, don’t mention that vile man in my presence. As for stories or judging, I haven’t heard anything from you so I shall judge based on your actions and manners to me

[aaravos-answers]

*bows* A worthy philosophy, and one I can respect.

As for He Who Shall Now Not Be Named, what wrongs has he done you that you speak of him so? I recall him as something of an arrogant, self-deluding fool, fairly intelligent but lacking the forethought necessary to true cunning.

Or, if you wish to speak on other topics, I recall a small boy with the air of a true king. I only saw him once, but he was possessed of remarkable composure for one so young. Your son?

[ask-king-harrow]

He has usurped my throne, treated my family poorly and is in part responsible for the death of my wife.

*Smiles* Ezran. He is indeed my son, and a very fine king he shall be once he’s grown up, but for now, I’m happy to let him be s child and take the role of leadership myself

[ask-king-harrow]

I've heard of you. The former King of Katolis, once Viren's best friend. He spoke highly of you, you know, and I always felt it was a pity you were dead, as we might have been friends.

It seems now I have a chance to test that theory. You seem a reasonable man, I trust you will not judge me from someone else's story.

~@aaravosanswers

Please, don’t mention that vile man in my presence. As for stories or judging, I haven’t heard anything from you so I shall judge based on your actions and manners to me