[ He takes the tea, raises an eyebrow at the shift in position but doesn't comment on it. ]

I didn't get a childhood. [ He had the start of one. Briefly. In that big old mansion, with three brothers and a handful of people who looked at him and didn't see bloodshed waiting to happen. ] The second I could hold up my own head I was given a book and a sword. You make sacrifices to be the best.