[ The fact that his analysis of Ardyn rings true brings more satisfaction than any of the blows he attempted. Though his expression hardly changes, he meets Ardyn's eyes with his own brimming with an undisguised pride. It doesn't last long, though, because he wouldn't be able to resist grimacing at the blood rolling down his neck if he tried. He stands his ground, knowing better than to flee, but makes some attempt to lean away from the blade. ]

Shanrian's son. He never believed his father was suited for the throne, working to undermine him in the shadows. Inciting violence to bring your people to Wyver. Inciting the recent attacks. He believes Olympia took too much from our land when they eradicated all the power we once took pride in, and he will see it burn before we make peace. To rebuild. To live freely.

[ There's a certain fondness and defensiveness in the way he speaks. Ardyn had a point in the fact he's taking part in what he fears, but it seems he can't help it. Whatever was promised by his leader was compelling enough to get him here. ]

He won't be able to control Ysverai. It won't be Ysverai.