Bleys found me on Calrobon at Oberon's Fire. I was having a massive Fetry plate and a huge plater of Snar Snake. My fingers, lips, beard and tongue were burning with the pepper sauce available no place else. Bright, fiery, full of flavor...
But I digress.
Brother, and I call you that as no one else save Mirelle may since we share not only a father but a mother, we have known each other in our youth. I changed your diapers. I threw you in a river to teach you to swim. When father and I argued over your education I went into shadow and he took you to Amber.
Since then I've traveled. Ive fought. Ive cared little for king and crown. Not out of anger or treason, but out of distraction. My mind wanders, I don't keep things straight for years on end. A shiny new adventure awaits and I go to seek it. You know this of me well. I get lost sometimes and something forget who I am in the roles I have lived in. I lived inRegor among the Regorians for centuries and their realms and people suit me well. The cold weathers, the hard pragmatisms, the comradeship of war, the constant battle. But I never rose to high rank or royalty among them and their lords knew little of me. I did assay the Sigil of Regor though, and that was a problem for their wizards so I left.
It is difficult to be loyal to something you never knew.
But war and Patternfall have brought me to Amber. I was part of the forces Bleys called to the edge of Patternfall where I met relatives who had no idea I existed. Only you, Julian, and Bleys knew of me. Amber means little to me but I see it means a great deal to all of you.
You have changed. I see much of your whimsy is gone. You've grown strong. Conquered it seems.
Bleys was trying to explain things but he seems to have dug into a Buff Slab 3, with the pepper sauce and some of the roasted onions. He seems distracted.
So i'll tell you.
I will not swear fealty to Amber but I will swear fealty to you. You may call on my sword and my wits, such as either is. Perhaps in time, I will learn to love Amber as you seem to. To honor our father I shall come to Amber and meet those we are kin to. Till them, my sword is yours at the slightest need.
Make of that what you will.
Prince Giovanni di Solvi, Son of Oberon di Solvi.
Known as The Count