Eternal Prosperity
Aslan just said what he knew.
When youth around his age and older made a big mess on the northern frozen coast to hinder Almandine's merchant expedition years ago, he felt ashamed.
He could never stop them because, at the time, he was still weak and skinny. Forget stopping them. If he wasn't the chief's son, he would be bullied hard.
But after he grew up stronger and more skillful than everybody else, they started to respect him.
He was inspired by the Sun God himself. He was one of the first people who kneeled and curtsied to him the moment he came back to the icy mountains.
Harriet sighed. Seeing how determined this youth was, she couldn't help it. She actually hoped that he would not be as strict as his Grandfather was and be more like Alban, even though Alban himself was very obedient to her.
She used to wonder why, but now she understood.
"Alright. Now, let's talk about your Grandfather," Harriet said softly.