❛ konungr ᵃᵖ

“It’s easy to confuse vengeance with justice.” 

The games of royals were of no righteous cause to him, only an endless loop of slaughter. Blood begets blood. Revenge begets revenge. But often the young and brave are the cost of their disputes. He’s seen the price of war, the consequences of self-righteous fury. Her spirit is met with his untouched and jaded demeanour. Weathered features adequately reflect the strife that haunts his past. 

Experience has taught him that patience is a far more useful than ire. The strike of a blade is easy – but the simplest and most primal solutions are not often the wisest. Retribution is rarely a desire of his, emotions no longer guide him – hollowed from from relentless conflict. It’s far more satisfying to watch someone bury themselves than go to all the trouble for them. Every choice has a repercussion. Anything seems a better option than chasing a bloodlust. 

“…Heard there’s a tavern not too far south that serves good mead. Might go try it.” 

This has only begun for Torbjorn --- she is new to the world of blood feuds, and it has ignited a thirst in her that she has never known before. The weight of the throne was not yet upon her own shoulders, but those of her brother. This gave way to allow more aggression on her part, absent the responsibility of war that her brother waded through ( or at least, that was how she felt about it. let him rule, let him worry over the stresses and duties of the crown. she will be the bear who guards the grounds, who he lets lose when the flags of war ripple yet again ).