Aric bit his lip and stared ahead, his eyes unfocused. “I don’t want the way you act towards me to change when you find out,” he whispered.
“It won’t.” Denys stepped in front of Aric, took a deep breath and caressed his cheek with one hand. This fear was something he could understand, all too well. “Why do you think I wasn’t forthcoming about myself when we met?” Aric leaned into the touch briefly then pulled away. “People do not react well when they learn of my reputation, and are all too prepared to believe rumours. Apparently they are easier to accept than the truth.”
“Ah yes, but your reputation is not the truth.” Aric stood unmoving. “It is easier to escape rumours than one’s birthright.”
“Your birthright does not change who you are as a person. It is where you come from, but does not necessarily need to be the road you travel or your destination.”