Llewellyn’s gaze softened a bit... He’d never been any more than he was, though he often tried to be more. To seem like more for the world to justify his presence and place in it. Rhy on the other hand certainly had the pressures of a country resting on his shoulders, even as a prince there likely had been expectations.

Sure, he hadn’t wanted for much in the sense of having a roof over his head or clothing or food... But that didn’t necessarily mean it was always easy. Didn’t mean one’s sense of self could be lost among the Royal expectations. “I’m glad I can do that for you. I’ve grown very fond of the person that you are...” He added, hand reaching across the table lightly to squeeze the other’s before he pulled his own food closer.