Kelson's hidden talent was being a giant buzzkill. He was also not a lot of fun at parties. "I do hope those governing Leicester find out before it is too late. Learn from the mistakes of those around them. Gwynedd has been embroiled in conflict for generations, and yet, it seems we were just treading the waters until recently. Learning to live with it. My father held the peace for 25 years, Linhardt. 25. I became king and everyone declared war practically overnight." It was a bit more complicated than that but Kelson doubted the man was interested in a history lesson of the Eleven Kingdoms.
He listened, and what he heard sounded very familiar. An echo through a filter perhaps. Similar but not quite the same. "My Church did something very similar. The Church and those in power." Kelson very purposefully did not say the monarchy. You can't be in charge if your council keeps you drugged and helpless and trots you out for state affairs.
"They destroyed a great deal of knowledge, and killed a great deal of people. I'm doing my best to try and recover what I can." You know, while not being assassinated by everyone who wanted his crown. "Gwynedd's history is complicated. Suffice to say, my ancestors were overthrown by a neighboring kingdom who specialize in magic. They then imposed despotic rule for over 5 generations. There was quite the backlash against magic after my ancestors were reinstated. Most Deryni, those who can do magic, now dont know what they are. My mother didn't know until my coronation. You can imagine how thrilled my people were." His comment came out bitterly dry.
Still he was interested in these crests. While they weren't of his world, maybe they were similar enough? Would what Linhardt knew or learned be applicable back home? But then, Kelson positively perked up.
"I actually might be able to help with that. Your sleep difficulties. If you'd like. It's a bit of a specialty of Deryni. If you ever want a good night sleep, let me know."
CW: Kelson's canon is catholic game of thrones
He listened, and what he heard sounded very familiar. An echo through a filter perhaps. Similar but not quite the same. "My Church did something very similar. The Church and those in power." Kelson very purposefully did not say the monarchy. You can't be in charge if your council keeps you drugged and helpless and trots you out for state affairs.
"They destroyed a great deal of knowledge, and killed a great deal of people. I'm doing my best to try and recover what I can." You know, while not being assassinated by everyone who wanted his crown. "Gwynedd's history is complicated. Suffice to say, my ancestors were overthrown by a neighboring kingdom who specialize in magic. They then imposed despotic rule for over 5 generations. There was quite the backlash against magic after my ancestors were reinstated. Most Deryni, those who can do magic, now dont know what they are. My mother didn't know until my coronation. You can imagine how thrilled my people were." His comment came out bitterly dry.
Still he was interested in these crests. While they weren't of his world, maybe they were similar enough? Would what Linhardt knew or learned be applicable back home? But then, Kelson positively perked up.
"I actually might be able to help with that. Your sleep difficulties. If you'd like. It's a bit of a specialty of Deryni. If you ever want a good night sleep, let me know."