Kelson was starting to think not kind things of Linhardt's father and his people. As far as he could tell, they had subjugated a people, which is really never a good thing, done so without the resources to properly care for them, and had little regard for Linhardt himself, not to mention the future if his father was that poor with contacts and money. He wished he could go there and try and fix it for him. But Kelson liked solving problems. He felt it was his duty to do so. Unlike, it seems Linhardt.
The entire situation seemed like a preventable wreck. Like a cistern left to fester without care. Surely there where other circumstances to take into account that Kelson was not aware of, and he wasn't naïve enough to think he could solve all of them. But he was idealistic enough to think he could try. Honestly, it sounded as if Leicester could use some weeding too. But, he dared not say that out loud.
"Then you must play the long game." It was one solution. A patient one. One that didn't involve riding into the country and exterminating people. Kelson assumed talking hadn't worked to well, so he didn't suggest it.
"If you had your books here I could take a look at them. That is at least something I understand. Money and contracts. Gwynedd has had 6 major conflicts in the last four years that I've been king. Half of which have involved civil war, the other half, outside forces. You can make it work for you and your nation. It just involves. Careful planning." And it helped if you were one of the biggest and richest kingdoms in the area.
Kelson took another deep breath, trying to get a handle on the multitude of emotions that were also circling inside of him. "Neither do I." Sincerely, he did believe that. But, inside, he was terrified. He had been judged so often that he expected it. Kelson was the animal that expected to get kicked. " I have killed a great many people in the four years since I became king. It's not what I wanted. But it is the only thing that worked." And that troubled him, a lot.
And then he got a hold of himself, because he was not going to become undone here.
"That's what I'm told. I couldn't tell you first hand though, my eyes are grey." Sleep is one of my favorite activities too. I just wish I could put myself to sleep. It doesn't work that way though. But," Kelson ventured a change of subject, " you became a physician. Are your skills physical or magical?"
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The entire situation seemed like a preventable wreck. Like a cistern left to fester without care. Surely there where other circumstances to take into account that Kelson was not aware of, and he wasn't naïve enough to think he could solve all of them. But he was idealistic enough to think he could try. Honestly, it sounded as if Leicester could use some weeding too. But, he dared not say that out loud.
"Then you must play the long game." It was one solution. A patient one. One that didn't involve riding into the country and exterminating people. Kelson assumed talking hadn't worked to well, so he didn't suggest it.
"If you had your books here I could take a look at them. That is at least something I understand. Money and contracts. Gwynedd has had 6 major conflicts in the last four years that I've been king. Half of which have involved civil war, the other half, outside forces. You can make it work for you and your nation. It just involves. Careful planning." And it helped if you were one of the biggest and richest kingdoms in the area.
Kelson took another deep breath, trying to get a handle on the multitude of emotions that were also circling inside of him. "Neither do I." Sincerely, he did believe that. But, inside, he was terrified. He had been judged so often that he expected it. Kelson was the animal that expected to get kicked. " I have killed a great many people in the four years since I became king. It's not what I wanted. But it is the only thing that worked." And that troubled him, a lot.
And then he got a hold of himself, because he was not going to become undone here.
"That's what I'm told. I couldn't tell you first hand though, my eyes are grey." Sleep is one of my favorite activities too. I just wish I could put myself to sleep. It doesn't work that way though. But," Kelson ventured a change of subject, " you became a physician. Are your skills physical or magical?"