@siegfriedheld//continued
As a future king and prince of Nohr, it was expected of him to uphold only the highest of standards. Nothing could be made out to be a fault. There was no room for a slight misstep or wrong calculation for if there were consequences would be had. Throughout his life it was one of the reasons why he had pushed himself so hard. To be the best meant little space for any sort of mistakes and to improve upon such travesties before they could begin to manifest. Yet, foreseeing the treacherous direction that his home was going towards under his father’s reign and Iago’s advising wasn’t something Xander had considered as a child. What a young and naive fool he had been.
War was inevitable, but to watch those he had come to know and trust be slaughtered before him by the enemy was heart-wrenching. He couldn’t allow their deaths to be in vain, so he had soldiered on. But with a break for the group, he can only find himself pinching the bridge of his nose with eyes closed in harsh contemplation. What ifs and maybes crossed his mind in rapid succession as to what he could’ve done differently out on the front lines that day. It was the first time in a long time he put so much thought into such a situation, and for someone to read off of that energy was startling.
He keeps his gaze glued to the dirt and stone beneath his boots as his hand falls to rest on his knee. “I know blaming myself will do nothing. It will not bring back the dead and it will not solve these issues. So a king is prepared to loose men, but inside a friend is not.”
Daedra kept her distance, trying to find the perfect balance of being close enough to show her support, but not daring to trek too much into his personal space. The royalty of this land were very strict; she’d learned. Keeping very close to their titles and responsibilities and expectations.
Regardless, the redhead kept reminding herself that under all the that - Xander was a person and he had emotions, whether he showed them openly or not.
“--it doesn’t make the situation easier to swallow though,” was her eventual and quiet response. “From my experience, you can never make a perfect plan. You try to... but things seem to happen that you can never account for.”