If Ethelbert had been honest with himself, he would have admitted surprise at the effectiveness of his words. But at that time, he was just happy everything seemed to be working out for him, at least so far. For now, he couldn't do anything except trot his way to the castle, walk his way to the King's court, and use his rusty, silver tongue to try and take back what was once his father's. That and reminisce. And reminisce he did.

Quite a bit of time had passed since Ethelbert used to walk this streets and cause trouble, but the memories of it all hadn't left him. His first fight. His first love. His first heartbreak. His first loose permanent teeth. It sure felt damned good to be back.