Pronunciation: LAHR-ahn VEHTH-nah
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Motto: It’s good to be king
Desires: To be the most envied king in Rasna
Weapon of Choice: Army
Description: My father had a visage no potter or bronze-worker could cast. Only the stone-carvers in the south could mimic the sharp planes chiseled in his hard, broad face. His plump lips, seldom smiling, were the sole softness. Smirk or frown or pout, their inconstant curves unmasked his decadent and changeable nature even better than his eyes.
Discussion Questions For Laran?
- What do you think of Laran?
- Do you have a favorite scene?
- What’s your best-loved quote?
- Why is Laran so cold towards Leures?
- How else could Leures have gotten Laran’s help?
I wiped my eyes and kept staring up at him–waiting for the break in his long silence. Knowing my voice alone might doom me, I said nothing. I hoped he would speak tenderly of Ati, telling me how she captivated him; praise her beauty, her goodness, and all the small details that made her special. I wanted him to promise he would see she had a fine funeral. But his silence stretched on, only the softening of his clenched jaw and the shifting of his eyes hinting at gentler emotion.