[ He watches Felix take another gulp, and doesn't try to stop him. After all that's happened, he deserves a moment of uncomplicated happiness. ]
...I suppose I don't.
[ He knows this isn't Felix glorifying death into something it isn't; he was never the type, which was one of the few similarities between them. It's just simple fact. They're dead. The mantles and trappings of king and duke are no longer in play.
There is no weight of a crown on his head anymore—so why does it still feel so heavy? He nurses his drink, which soothes the compulsion to bite the inside of his cheek. ]
Are you glad to be rid of it? The expectations. And everything else.
[ Felix no longer has to be the heir of anything, doesn't have to wield a blade for anything besides his own desires. He has no king to guard, one he has no love for anyway, no centuries-old title of Shield to shackle him in place. None of that. ]
no subject
...I suppose I don't.
[ He knows this isn't Felix glorifying death into something it isn't; he was never the type, which was one of the few similarities between them. It's just simple fact. They're dead. The mantles and trappings of king and duke are no longer in play.
There is no weight of a crown on his head anymore—so why does it still feel so heavy? He nurses his drink, which soothes the compulsion to bite the inside of his cheek. ]
Are you glad to be rid of it? The expectations. And everything else.
[ Felix no longer has to be the heir of anything, doesn't have to wield a blade for anything besides his own desires. He has no king to guard, one he has no love for anyway, no centuries-old title of Shield to shackle him in place. None of that. ]