[He was still appraising the situation, but it was clear to him that there would come differences with birthrights. This one had clearly been a political siring while he had been an accident in the dark that simply added to a population where there wasn't enough to go around and child mortality was rather high. Whether his being a 'peasant' as it were would become a problem was something he knew he would discover eventually and would care little for that.

He'd been looked down upon all his life. If anything, it would provide motivation to prove them all wrong or at least make them realize the mistake of their assumption.]

And did you win this war on behalf of your kin?

[He didn't move when Richard stood, but his shoulders tensed when the young King - Prince? Duke? Who knew! - came around the table towards him, and his blue eye followed the movement of that hand even as his jaw set. His head nearly jerked back at the feel of damaged fingers on his flesh; so rare was it that anyone would dare to touch him.

A hand snapped up to grasp Richard's wrist, and his blue eye narrowed even as the mutilated one remained focused on this strange man.]

When you have nothing in life, there are few choices but to cut through the thorns. Some just happen to be more astute about it than others. And what of you? Will to move to become our King?