❛ well - met , friend ! ❜ the heartiest of laughs as he swings his axe up and out of its previously defensive posture, length of it propped against his shoulder, comfortable. ' friend ', he says, as though speaking not to the apparent heir to a kingdom's throne ———— and he himself, not some hero, some brave prince still sung of by bards across the land. hector of ostia, in the flesh ( or whatever was close enough to his current situation, the embodiment of a spirit held within ancient bracelet ), cocks his head and grins at the younger, nodding obvious approval. ❛ ———— you're improving with that axe, you know. a little more work, and you might just best me! ❜ / @starsacross , prince alfred of firene .