Noah's face remained deadpan, almost as if he hadn't actually heard Larsa. "You are far too forward in the presence of royalty, My Lord; and with a street urchin, no less." Gabranth hove a sigh, shaking his head in the most disappointed manner any one man could muster. "You father and brother are great men. 'Twould do you a great aid in behaving as they once did."
He watched as Larsa paused and cut off his own words, feeling his expression darken. "'Tis not I that should know what it is you were to say. Nay, you were to address me as my brother, were you not?" It wasn't just his issues with Basch that made that sting. Nor was it the fact that Larsa had said it. It was the natural displeasure at being mistaken for your twin.
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Date: 2009-10-27 03:16 am (UTC)He watched as Larsa paused and cut off his own words, feeling his expression darken. "'Tis not I that should know what it is you were to say. Nay, you were to address me as my brother, were you not?" It wasn't just his issues with Basch that made that sting. Nor was it the fact that Larsa had said it. It was the natural displeasure at being mistaken for your twin.