My boy~ <3 I changed up his insignia a little bit to be more in keeping with the new design for Yan's yrae feather.
NAME Crown Prince Nolryn of Raykin
WHO IS THIS PERSON NOL'S MY BABY. I mean. Nol's the next in line to the Raykinian throne. Sort of. It's complicated.
BRIEF BIO Nolryn's life began somewhat inauspiciously when his mother, Queen Alurié, died in childbirth. He began his schooling at age three, and the vast majority of Nolryn’s childhood was spent being schooled. He had a minder, and a teacher for each of history (both Raykin and the other kingdoms), mathematics and reading and writing for all four languages, Raykinian included. It took a while for him to willingly pay attention, since he’s always been more physically minded than mentally, and it wasn’t until Mithé gave him his first real lecture at seven that he stopped trying to resist and things started to sink in. Language lessons were always his favourite, since they were mostly just having a conversation with his teacher about whatever topic they felt necessary that day. It was unstructured learning, where they would chat about Kazin’s history or the Llayan tournament.
He was bitten once by a snake as a kid, which would probably have killed him if he hadn't been royalty and hence gotten particularly special treatment in the healing house. He now hates snakes because of this.
He went on what he and his father Mithé call the royal meet-and-greet when he was seven, starting in Kazin and heading through Llayad and finally to Tsayth. The extended period of time with the King's Own, and especially with the archer Naraan, sparked his ambition to be an archer in the army himself, so Mithé agreed that he could begin training when he was ten.
The year before he was due to start training, though, a certain pair of twins turned up at the palace. Nol easily made friends with them both, and helped Nimay in convincing Mithé to let her start army training with him. They both started training together that summer, with Naraan as their archery master. More than any one of Nolryn's teachers or his father, Naraan was Nolryn's, well, everything really. He was Nol's mentor, uncle, weapon master, life coach, idol, generally awesome dude and, by the time he graduated at seventeen and was ready to challenge the King's OWn, his best friend.
He made it into the Own later that year by beating Murali, making him the youngest ever Own rider, which was of course blown out of the water when Nimay got in a few months later but whatever. He's still probably the only prince. Anyway. On his first mission, the Own got into a battle that had them outnumbered by black horses, the Kazinian equivalent of the Own. They split into their four groups to divide and conquer, but Naraan didn't make it. That's when it really struck Nolryn how real everything was. Even the best archer in the kingdom could be killed. That was the day Nol properly turned into the heir to Raykin, not just a prince anymore. He saw the kind of effect the monarch's decisions could have.
For the next few years he continued to ride with the Own, taking on more responsibilities as prince and going on six missions so far, rescuing diplomats from the Assiraz dungeons, saving the border villages from bandits, escorting Mithé up to Assiraz and doing princely things at the same time. Lotta things.
Shortly before his hrai-dani, Nolryn proposed to Nimay, to which she of course said no, because she knew she couldn't be the queen Nol needs. Nol misinterpreted her meaning, though not entirely his fault, and for a long time they stopped talking to each other.
Shit got real when Nolryn was 23, beginning with Mithé's death and Nolryn getting blamed and subsequently banished into the desert for it. He's definitely the one to have gone through the biggest changes in Silent Harmony so far, having been threatened by war, come to grips with and even started learning magic, been imprisoned and broken, and he's still working through it all.
CHARACTER Nolryn is incredibly responsible to the point where he finds it hard to delegate because he’d rather do it all himself. Nolryn has to know everything that’s going on. The phrase from one of Mithé's later speeches, 'You're royalty; it's always your fault,' has been the one to sink in and drive his decisions. He knows that, as royalty, he’ll be the one at fault if things go wrong, so he feels he needs to be across everything to make sure it all goes right.
He can be a bit gullible at times, not necessarily believing everything that he’s told, but if he believes the person to be trustworthy he’s liable to believe their lies without questioning them. He’s aware of this, and he’s very, very careful around politicians, but he’s not particularly strong at picking apart rhetoric (unless they’re Llayan, in which case he knows every word they say is rhetoric). When he’s talking, it can be reasonably well assumed that he’s speaking the truth. He’s a bad liar.
He’s recently realised the worth of Nimay’s silent treatment, and often puts it to good effect to get the information he needs. Instead of reacting to someone’s words when he’s not sure if they’re lying, he’ll remain silent and expressionless and let them make up their own mind on what he’s thinking. Most often, it works to his benefit.
Nolryn prefers to deal with problems physically rather than with words, though he understands that steel is rarely the best answer, but finds it hard to control his temper. He’ll try to talk through the problem, but once it’s become clear to him that the opposition won’t see his reasoning and certainly won’t come around to it, he’ll start threatening them with whatever comes to hand, be it bow, dagger or the Raykinian army. He never feels much satisfaction in winning an argument, mostly because he feels the opposing party should have seen his point from the beginning and not wasted his time.
Nolryn loves to be the centre of attention. He loves being at the pub with his mates, or in the thick of a big celebration like the Summer Solstice. The same is true in meetings. He likes to know that he’s the one running it, not merely a participant on the sidelines.
He doesn’t like to shout rounds too often at the Golden Thrai, purely because there’s always someone who’ll tell him he’s wasting treasury money on beer. Nolryn is a funny, loud drunk. He likes to dare people to do ridiculous things, then do them himself when they don’t have the guts to.
He has a quick temper, but he has a relatively strong hold on it. Especially in public, he’s very conscious of what people see of him, and he doesn’t want to come across as an angry firebrand. However, unlike most Raykinians, he’s not good with jokes made at his expense. If it’s someone he knows well, he’ll usually laugh with them up to a point, but coming from anyone else, it never sounds like a harmless joke to him.
Having had such a sheltered upbringing, Nolryn finds it hard to express more complex emotions like love. He’s used to things having a systematic and organised progression. Emotions aren’t something he’s comfortable with showing outwardly.
Nolryn loves learning as long as it’s not structured or forced on him. He would search out information on the Second Great Drought in his own time, but as soon as he was told to write an essay on where the leader of the time went wrong he would resist. Structured learning makes him feel too much like a small child rather than Raykin’s crown prince.
Nolryn will not cry. Years of living in the public eye, combined with the age old Raykinian belief that crying is just a waste of water, have kept his emotions in check. He believes crying is a sign of weakness, and not a desirable trait in the future king. He has the same opinion if anyone else starts crying, too.
He wrings his fingers when he’s nervous or thinking, a habit he’s aware of but which is hard to break because of the circumstances when it arises.
On the eve of the border crossing, Nolryn doesn’t think of the fighting aspects of the mission, rather how he plans to deal with the foreign royalty once he’s there. He sits with one knee up, chin resting on it as he stares at the fire, and runs over Mithé’s plan in his mind many times to make sure he hasn’t left any holes or forgotten anything. He thinks about the bigger picture.
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