Griffith had listened and thought for a long time that night. He had listened to Grill's snores, his weird mumbling as he slept, and also to the howling wind that the small cabin's exterior couldn't dispel.
Griffith sighed as he listened again to the snores of a man who had spoken so happily earlier, then it had all changed. Grill had become silent once dinner had passed, and almost all of Griffith's hopes had come crashing down.
"He's like all the rest. He's just humoring me until he can get rid of me, like everyone else.
It doesn't matter to them that I'm smart for my age, that even as a common born I can read and write, to them, to Grill-san, I'm just a kid who isn't fit to be anything else but a mere commoner."
After a moment, Griffith smiled, then sighed.
"They won't let me sleep, my nightmares. They all started when I got this." He whispered, as his small hand gripped the red beilith that resided under his shirt.
"Will my destiny be laid out in pain and blood, just like my nightmares. Or will it be an old long, calm road, that that old woman seems to represent? I haven't paved a path for myself. If I'm to be king, having loyal subjects is a must for that title. My kingdom, it needs to have loyalty. Yes, loyalty, and I won't get it from being saved, you don't make friends or allies, by being the one they save. I'll have to make it as if something is greater for them, then the reward I can give at the moment…. But what?"
Krylancelo note:
Yep, it's short, I might combine it later on. If someone has any suggestions on how I could start him on his path that'd be appreciated, it's a writer's block for this right now.
Griffith sighed as he listened again to the snores of a man who had spoken so happily earlier, then it had all changed. Grill had become silent once dinner had passed, and almost all of Griffith's hopes had come crashing down.
"He's like all the rest. He's just humoring me until he can get rid of me, like everyone else.
It doesn't matter to them that I'm smart for my age, that even as a common born I can read and write, to them, to Grill-san, I'm just a kid who isn't fit to be anything else but a mere commoner."
After a moment, Griffith smiled, then sighed.
"They won't let me sleep, my nightmares. They all started when I got this." He whispered, as his small hand gripped the red beilith that resided under his shirt.
"Will my destiny be laid out in pain and blood, just like my nightmares. Or will it be an old long, calm road, that that old woman seems to represent? I haven't paved a path for myself. If I'm to be king, having loyal subjects is a must for that title. My kingdom, it needs to have loyalty. Yes, loyalty, and I won't get it from being saved, you don't make friends or allies, by being the one they save. I'll have to make it as if something is greater for them, then the reward I can give at the moment…. But what?"
Krylancelo note:
Yep, it's short, I might combine it later on. If someone has any suggestions on how I could start him on his path that'd be appreciated, it's a writer's block for this right now.