[past] The truth is

Perhaps in a way, without consciously realising it, Garryn looked up to Frankie a bit like he had his father. He wasn’t just the King of Antiva, but a friend and someone he could be openly honest with, putting the games of politics aside and always just getting straight to the heart of matters. Garryn appreciated that, as playing the game of politics had never been something he enjoyed. He nodded at Frankie’s words about a partner.

Some of the Assembly is on me to find a wife, I keep reminding them we’re still dealing with a blight, now seems like a bad time to worry about finding a wife and producing an heir to solidify my line, we’re not even sure if we’re safe here. How do we rebuild while a threat is still looming over us threatening to once again take everything. He still had flashbacks of his father screaming at him to go, to lead the people to safety. The look in Bhelen’s eyes as the chaos danced around them, no time to cry, no time to argue, but it was that moment that Garryn knew he’d never see his father again. As they entered the study, Garryn pointed over to two chairs by a fireplace, with a small table in between them. The fire had died down, but it wouldn’t take much to bring it back to life.

I couldn’t believe some of the things we found here since we arrived. Still books in the shelves and even belongings in foot lockers in the living quarters. Though the place was a mess, apparently no one had deemed it important enough to clean up after the fifth blight ended. He said as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey off his desk and two glasses. He went and set them all on the table between the chairs, and then poked at the fire, bringing it back to life and adding two new logs to it.