Lends you into a false sense of security about the nature of the story. Every story beat here is so well executed and hard hitting. Even as a child, Parvell has a horrid choice to make: to let the people dock and infect his kingdom, or ensure the disease never enters through the most brutal way possible. In a time where one had no alternative due to regressive medicine (the world feels very much set in a parallel dark ages period), there is unfortunately nothing wrong (in a machiavellian sense) in his choices. Regardless, he will now, ever since childhood, carry blood on his hands, and will do so unrepentantly.
On another side note, it's crazy that as a bastard his rep is so bad people will hear him save his brother, and on witnessing him playing a funeral March, would rather see it as celebration for imminent death than lamentation/processing a possible tragedy. That's a child madam.
Lends you into a false sense of security about the nature of the story. Every story beat here is so well executed and hard hitting. Even as a child, Parvell has a horrid choice to make: to let the people dock and infect his kingdom, or ensure the disease never enters through the most brutal way possible. In a time where one had no alternative due to regressive medicine (the world feels very much set in a parallel dark ages period), there is unfortunately nothing wrong (in a machiavellian sense) in his choices. Regardless, he will now, ever since childhood, carry blood on his hands, and will do so unrepentantly.
On another side note, it's crazy that as a bastard his rep is so bad people will hear him save his brother, and on witnessing him playing a funeral March, would rather see it as celebration for imminent death than lamentation/processing a possible tragedy. That's a child madam.