(That gets a short laugh from him. He's only encountered a few people who could honestly say they didn't wonder about him.)
The truth is... (There's the briefest hesitation,) I'm not from Fodlan. I was born and raised here, in Almyra.
(And he lets that sit for a moment. Claude von Riegan. Duke Riegan of the former Leicester Alliance. Who would have thought, he would be Almyran? He'd attended the Officer's Academy which had been established because of threats from Almyra. He'd gone to school with Holst Goneril's sister. For five years, he'd helped protect a part of Fodlan and its people from war.
But he was the enemy all along. The other enemy. Barbaric, wild, boorish, not worthy of anyone's trust, a menace.
He knew what people thought. )
My mother is from the Alliance. A long time ago, she crossed Fodlan's Throat and came to be with my father and never looked back.
(Which explained the Crest he bore, the undeniable proof of the Fodlan blood that flowed through his veins.)
Pretty romantic, right? An Alliance noble falling in love with the enemy of her nation, who would have imagined that? (It's a popular cliche in literature. Two lovers from different stations, different nations, or different circumstances.) Not many people would do what she did-- not many people have.
When I came around... most people didn't know what to do with me. So they did what most people do when they don't understand something. Ignore it and hope it goes away.
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The truth is... (There's the briefest hesitation,) I'm not from Fodlan. I was born and raised here, in Almyra.
(And he lets that sit for a moment. Claude von Riegan. Duke Riegan of the former Leicester Alliance. Who would have thought, he would be Almyran? He'd attended the Officer's Academy which had been established because of threats from Almyra. He'd gone to school with Holst Goneril's sister. For five years, he'd helped protect a part of Fodlan and its people from war.
But he was the enemy all along. The other enemy. Barbaric, wild, boorish, not worthy of anyone's trust, a menace.
He knew what people thought. )
My mother is from the Alliance. A long time ago, she crossed Fodlan's Throat and came to be with my father and never looked back.
(Which explained the Crest he bore, the undeniable proof of the Fodlan blood that flowed through his veins.)
Pretty romantic, right? An Alliance noble falling in love with the enemy of her nation, who would have imagined that? (It's a popular cliche in literature. Two lovers from different stations, different nations, or different circumstances.) Not many people would do what she did-- not many people have.
When I came around... most people didn't know what to do with me. So they did what most people do when they don't understand something. Ignore it and hope it goes away.