"You remember I was raised among the Crows, yes? There is nothing it could tell me that I have not already heard." They were raised without fear to leave them expendable, and the worst possible thing that could happen, the worst thing he could do? Had already come and gone long before he fell into the company of the Wardens.

He gave Alistair's hair one last smooth stroke, his forehead a soft peck of a kiss before leaning away enough to wipe at Alistair's cheeks. "So. Lies? Lies. Well you are a royal bastard, that much is true, but you'e renounced the throne. Always. You would be a miserable king- not that you would be bad at the job but- it would make you miserable."