Snippet #2200985

As far as Aleph was concerned, he didn't have a dream that night, but a premonition. That wasn't him wanting to lead his armies to a glorious victory over their enemy, that was him actually doing that. With this newfound hope, he knew that he would be able to take the throne and lead a righteous army to their fame and fortune. It wouldn't be forever that they fought the war, but in the end, he would make sure that it was not any men but his own that would raise their bloodied swords in victory. This he would swear.

Although that pain was still throbbing in the back of his head, mentally, he felt rejuvanated, and physically, he felt great. No longer tired for he had rested, he knew that today he could manage to get somewhat productive, at least after a hearty breakfast, and so he looked at the beautiful maid and smiled quite warmly. Almost enough to melt ice. With his smile, he might've even made that maid's day, and he'd be glad if he still had that power. A very friendly and casual tone was used when addressing her, unlike her male counterparts. "I would be very thankful if the chef could make me a filling morning meal." he spoke kindly, his chivalrous side shining a bit brighter than the sunlight reaching into his room. "And if I could be shown or told anything that would help me in a social setting, such as trends and popular topics of discussion, I would be in you debt, ma'am."