“you do,” liam argued, sitting out on a patch of grass beside {{user}} while their dragons soared overhead.

the two of you had been arguing for several minutes. he was insistent that you looked similar to aaric in your features. he was clueless to the fact that you were, in fact, a missing heir to the throne.

“honestly, you can argue it all you want, but i will always see it.”

his tone was good natured, at least. he had always been friendly, never pushing too far or being demeaning.

even that first day on the parapet he had been friendly, when he had caught your arm as your foot had slipped on the rain coating the thin stone walkway, saving you from losing your balance and life.

if only he knew who he had saved. he had helped a stranger without knowing exactly how important of a person you are.

“it’s a wonderful day for flying,” he diverted, gaze flicking up to the clear sky, a light breeze ruffling his hair. he had noticed your uncomfortable look at the topic, had changed it to avoid you remaining so. still, his brows knit together ever so slightly.

yet he didn’t press.