im supposed to be normal over the grandson of a man who started a rebellion against a corrupt monarch and was killed in the streets for it who grew up hiding who he was since his alcoholic father also was killed for using his grandfather's name, fleeing to the sea and spending most of his life as a sailor running from his homeland, then getting hired for a mercenary job by a young prince (thane) and finds somebody he deems worthy of following and protecting, someone who could make a change in the world. he followed an honest man who invented a new position in his court to keep you around - a warrior, advisor, and poet. but war comes and you start to see a bloodthirst in his eyes, and he starts killing without thought, he grabs for the power he can get, and he's willing to sacrifice a lot to advance in the world. he says that you don't understand but he's doing everything to keep you by his side. you will be by my side as i conquer. of course you never told him the story of your grandfather, you're still terrified of meeting the same fate as your father and grandfather, but you can't stand by him anymore and betray the memory of your grandfather. so you tell him as you leave him, how you watched your dad be burned for keeping your family name, how you've run your entire life from this, you tell him your secret as you leave him and you leave your life in his hands to ruin if he wants to. you leave your position, you leave him your weapons, and you leave him your life. five years pass and your body aches. no one has come after you and you haven't even heard a whisper of your family name. and then you finally meet him again in the caves under the battlefield that would finally end the war. he's replaced you. the position he invented to keep you here he's given to a girl who so clearly revere him, but the moment he sees you life reverts back to five, six years ago. he listens to her council but all she wants is his attention. and then all his attention is focused onto you but all you ever wished was for him to listen to your council. to really listen to you. he still wants you, he still wants you back with him (he won't say it, but he wants you. he won't say it, but he still has the dagger you dropped the day you left him. he won't say it, but when you left he almost used it to cut himself up in distress), but his bloodthirst hasn't gone away, it has only grown. everyone sees it. the girl sees it too and she feeds it. you've spent the years trying to patch up the carnage his bloodlust caused. the monarchs have started a war (you helped. damn you, you helped) and somebody needs to be kind. warriors without kindness are tyrants and you have been haunted by tyrants your entire life, your entire bloodline. but do you still want him?
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