“I’ve seen men far stronger than him falter under the weight of their crowns. What is he but a meek, misfit boy?! His legacy means naught if he can’t raise a sword to defend it.”
Arno is basically my love of history, The Lion King, shakespearean drama and remnants of FF15 having a swingers party in my head and me somewhat bemusedly chronicling the results.
I mean when you read in a history book “king so and so reigned from year X to Y”, it’s all dandy and forgettable, but then you do the math and realize said king was barely more than a child and you start thinking… how does it feel? What was the life like in that realm when it happened? How did people around him go about their business every day? … well, burden of expectation and duty has always been my favorite writing motif.