@haeralds | Continued From Here: x
“The Circle strips us of any title the moment we arrive,” He explained. “Whatever life we had before was gone. In the end, we were all the same, regardless of origin: Mages. I’ve never held any expectation that I would be more than that.” The last time he recalled being referred to as lord was when he was still in short pants. His new-found status, while honorable, felt rewarded out of pity rather than respect. Magic was hardly coveted amongst the nobility, especially a pious one. The phrase ‘Lord Trevelyan’ was only met with weak smiles and raised brows, but he would answer nonetheless. With no Circles left to return to, the man was curious about what kind of life was left for him in this brave new world. As the two say side by side in the garden, comforted by a warm spring day, he pondered the idea. “I think I’ll stay then,” Hal decided. “If you’ll have me. Though I must confess, I have no idea what any of this means for me.”
