[Indeed, a prince Ivar had been once, but no longer. Not since his father's first wife had usurped his mother's throne. But that was a tale for another time.]
He was, especially when he wasn't perfect. [An odd thing to say, perhaps, but Ivar had come to love his father when he could see him as an ordinary man with just as many faults as anyone else, instead of putting him up on a pedestal as a famous legend.
Ivar examines the lantern, and while he likes the size, the color is all wrong.]
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He was, especially when he wasn't perfect. [An odd thing to say, perhaps, but Ivar had come to love his father when he could see him as an ordinary man with just as many faults as anyone else, instead of putting him up on a pedestal as a famous legend.
Ivar examines the lantern, and while he likes the size, the color is all wrong.]
Too blue. Something darker, maybe.