Never under estimate dreams and the power of the spirit - Magnus; any

[magnus]

If Magnus is surprised by the boy’s passionate speech, it doesn’t show on his face.

Instead, it remains carefully neutral, thoughtful even, his gold-flecked eyes warm as he studies the boy before him. He recognizes the fire that blooms in the boy’s chest; he understands that desire to become something—to show your parents that you could. His father had never truly understood Magnus. He had been proud of him when he had been an obedient Prince and Lord in the Chamber, but leaving to become the General of the Gates? That he had never understood. That had made him the weak son.

“The weak always try to hold the strong back, Jakub,” he says quietly.

“If your father did the same to you then it’s his loss.” For a moment longer, he is quiet, letting the silence between them swell, watching the volcanic island as the breeze whistles through the trees. He chews on the boy’s proposal, thinking on what he’s asking—thinking about what the boy truly wants.

“To be a great leader, you must always be a servant. That’s the first lesson to learn.” He finally brings his gaze back to Jakub, holding his gaze steady. “To be first, you must be last.” Magnus has not always known the lesson so deeply as he knows it now, but he certainly has learned it in flesh and bone and blood. “It would be an honor to teach you, Jakub. I have no doubt you will grow to be a fine leader.”

MAGNUS | I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name

@[Jakub]