Alfred was tired, he was feeling every one of his years in triplicates these days. Frankie running off, having to track him down, then finding out he'd lost his memories. Then there was the family drama, always the family drama. Sometimes he felt like he was butler to a circus. Nothing seemed to go as planned, but then when there were Crows in the background pulling strings, how could things go as planned. He still wasn't sure how he felt about young Enzo already becoming King, but he respected the decision because what else was he going to do. He just hoped that Enzo was up to the task.
Eventually he found a bench to sit down on, as he reflected on his life and what had brought him this far. The choices he'd made in Orlais all those years ago, the people he'd left behind. The life he'd taken up upon finding himself in Antiva. When Maeve spoke to him it took a moment to even realise someone was speaking to him, as soon as realised she was speaking, she smiled warmly.
Eventually he found a bench to sit down on, as he reflected on his life and what had brought him this far. The choices he'd made in Orlais all those years ago, the people he'd left behind. The life he'd taken up upon finding himself in Antiva. When Maeve spoke to him it took a moment to even realise someone was speaking to him, as soon as realised she was speaking, she smiled warmly.
Ah yes my dear, please, rest your weary feet.Despite all his years in Antiva, his Orlesian accent still shown through, just not as thick as it used to be.
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