thoseofonen 〤 {ingvar.}
Ingvar knew not what to say nor how to react. A ‘yes’ to his question would have at least given him the justification to hurry off, cursing the fellow for ever finding him. But now… a ‘no’, and a reasonable, familiar explanation? Why, that was far more difficult.
Relief should have washed over him then and there. He should have cried in relief. He did neither, the giant. He only stared in shock, partly because the human had been brave enough to climb to meet his seated gaze, and partly because he’d been brave enough to flee the mad king in the first place.
… And yet he suddenly felt terribly invested. Perhaps it was the similarity, in an odd way, the human had to Hilda. Not to mention, they’d a common goal.
“Fleeing mad king, making thine own place in world…!” he repeated in a whisper, knitting his brows and wanting very much to stroke his beard. “Thou art–”
He shook his head. This wasn’t Hilda. This wasn’t a 'thou’.
“You are sounding most brave. It… terribly dangerous to be running from mad king, and doing as you seeing fit, not he.”
“I imagine,” Dean began slowly, “That it is a decision we all must make in the end. Whether we shall abide destruction, or stand against it.”
He would not consider himself brave, this knight.
It was likely cowardice that drove him away from the palace, betraying his crown-prince brother and everything he had ever known. There had been talk of betrayal, his own life at stake. He had been armed with the citizen’s hope, and he had torn it asunder, lit it ablaze as he ran. Perhaps he would return one day, when the tides would not rise against him and swallow him whole.
“I do not think it was brave,” he admitted, kicking at a couple loose stones half-heartedly, “Had I stayed, I would surely be dead. And if not dead, what would have become of me? Would I have become my father, or would I have simply done as I was told? I believe in a just and compassionate world, a fair one. Perhaps one day, there could be a leader that agrees with these sentiments, perhaps, in my brother’s time. Until then, I am afraid I am to be as hunted as you, until they suspect me dead or I have fled too far for it to matter. But I should ask you why you are here, so close to the smoke, so close to death if you do not wish it for yourself.”
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