Cyne thought back to the fights he'd endure with his father. The ones where his suggestions would be shot down for the mere purpose of it not being traditional, or something that the king wanted to accept.<br/><br/>"My father lacked a progressive trait that could be utilized for the better of his kingdom, to put it civilly. He was a hard man, with a iron grip over what he controlled. He'd go with something that had worked before instead of trying something new that would be better. After all, he fought a traditional war until he'd lost major land and lives. Not unlike your old queen. The only reason he had agreed to the treaty was because giving up the heir to the throne meant there was still a throne. Had I not been so persistent during the war, he probably would have died defending that simple chair, for the fire in his blood had run it's course through that very throne for centuries."<br/><br/>He gave a small smile. The thought of helping Elara further her cause, and aiding Caldwyn's research was an exciting prospect, one Cyne couldn't deny.<br/><br/>"My father wouldn't be the kind to have give you a warm bath and a cozy bed, nor the trip to an ancient ruin, had our positions had been switched. Had it been my father leading the war, and you'd been the treaty, you'd become a public figure of how the other side bowed to his whims. Not in a cruel nature, but a dominant one for sure. The kindness he'd once had died along with my mother. She'd always advocated change for the better, and it shaped my beliefs almost as much as it changed my father's."