This continues to be a journey like no other. It’s wholeheartedly fighting to create a peace to avoid a massacre from the past being resurrected. Brotherhoods and friendships are discovered in the most unlikely places. But sadly, the greatest acts of sacrifice, of kindness, are painted as the most sinister of intents. Danger lurks around every corner, ready to end its next victim with the stroke of a blade. But then there’s this:
“I have seen you step forward not just for the people you protect but for Luca, for me. You face the enemy soldier, you face the king, not for yourself but for those you care for.” Her mouth tightened. “I know how hard it is. I know you must be afraid, and yet you do it. You are the bravest man I have ever met, and you inspire me to be brave.”
Yes, we’ve gotten to meet him throughout this journey, and these aren’t the exaggerated words of a lovestruck Ariana. She speaks the truth, a beauty that she sees in this man and others have that he has been unable to see in himself. And he’s not the king, or the prince-heir, or a royal diplomat somewhere. He’s Shianan Becknam, the bastard, a mistake by the king that he can’t undo, and the king takes every chance to use Becknam as a punching bag when he sees him. Yet it doesn’t stop Becknam from doing what he knows is right to do. Protect. What the king should be doing. And with Becknam it's not just out of duty. It’s because he cares. It’s why he drags the half dead prince-heir, his friend, from the fight, desperately searching for help. It’s why he repeatedly intervenes for the slave Luca, who has become his best friend, no matter the cost. It’s why he’ll lay down his own life if it means saving Ariana. Yes, Becknam embodies the spirit of this journey, and I love traveling with him, despite how painful his path has been so many times. For indeed he still manages to inspire others just as Ariana says.
As with Luca, who finds himself in a familiar situation of being a slave again, but he’s not panicked like one normally in that state. He’s seen how bad it could be. He’s not serving a master, but a friend, one that would come to his rescue in a moment. And Luca does the same as he has heard the heartfelt cry of pain from Beckham’s crushed spirit repeatedly. The line between the enslaved is nonexistent as Luca knows the scars life’s floggings have left on Beckham. Luca discovers true family isn’t always the blood that runs through your veins, but the ties of brotherhood that come through a more difficult world. It’s one that’s refined by the fire of shared struggle or experience. And it’s the resilience to keep going and to remind your brother to do the same.
Even carry them if need be. Whether they be a slave or the prince-heir. The battlefield is before them. A tentative peace stretches across two worlds like a piece of thread. A single step will break it, and a deadly cycle starts anew. Or perhaps a new spirit is needed for the journey. It’s one that pushes back the seemingly overwhelming wave of fear and moves forward bravely in a spirit that protects, that cares for his brother and inspires others to do the same on this journey.