[there are even more questions that are raised now that this contract had been laid out before him. His full name is no secret to the court within the palace, nor is.it a secret that it's rarely used save for any documentation or decree that requires it. Dohalim supposes that binding himself to said contract would call for it.
But that's not the question he has. The question, along with his silent curiosity of who Zhongli is, is what the man's power is capable of if he can truly control that corruption threatening his very livelihood and existence. The terms are restrictive, yes, but then again… hadn't his life always been like that? Born into prestige, with the expectation to do great things like his ancestors before him. To become a lord and sovereign, to bear power that most Renans only dream of possessing. Perhaps, within his birthright, is where that corruption had taken hold. Lurking in the deep, waiting for the right moment and condition to be unleashed, to take over, even if for a brief period. If that were the case then could Zhongli really…
His eyes leave the other man's for a moment, as they flick down to the golden patterns and runes, before the trail to a white violin encased in glass, tucked against the wall farthest away from them. He never was free, his music only a taste of what it could be. But even then…
Yes, truly, he is no stranger to restriction.
His eyes trail back to Zhongli, as he lets out a shuddering breath. This isn't about him, but the protection of the people. If it means having himself on a short leash held on by this man, then all he can really do is accept]
I, Dohalim Melqal il Qaras Na'amo, accept the terms of the contract.
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But that's not the question he has. The question, along with his silent curiosity of who Zhongli is, is what the man's power is capable of if he can truly control that corruption threatening his very livelihood and existence. The terms are restrictive, yes, but then again… hadn't his life always been like that? Born into prestige, with the expectation to do great things like his ancestors before him. To become a lord and sovereign, to bear power that most Renans only dream of possessing. Perhaps, within his birthright, is where that corruption had taken hold. Lurking in the deep, waiting for the right moment and condition to be unleashed, to take over, even if for a brief period. If that were the case then could Zhongli really…
His eyes leave the other man's for a moment, as they flick down to the golden patterns and runes, before the trail to a white violin encased in glass, tucked against the wall farthest away from them. He never was free, his music only a taste of what it could be. But even then…
Yes, truly, he is no stranger to restriction.
His eyes trail back to Zhongli, as he lets out a shuddering breath. This isn't about him, but the protection of the people. If it means having himself on a short leash held on by this man, then all he can really do is accept]
I, Dohalim Melqal il Qaras Na'amo, accept the terms of the contract.