"So, King Endrin Aeducan has three sons by two mothers. Trian, Stalas, and Bhelen. I'm the odd one out, mother-wise. Trian was a fucking clod, nothing in his head but propriety, tradition, and the joy of exercising power. He would have made a shit king. Bhelen... Bhelen was always a little quiet. Good long-term planner. Smart. Knew how to avoid offending anybody. And me, well, you know me. So one day, not too long ago, our father made me a commander. I was excited about my first mission, even though all I got to command was my own second and a couple of scouts, heading into the old Aeducan Thaig to retrieve Aeducan's shield from his tomb. Bhelen took me aside the night before and we had a little talk. I asked him if he'd ever thought of petitioning Father to make him heir, told him I'd back him in a hot second given that the other options were Trian and me and even if Father could ram it past the Assembly I'd hate to have to rule Orzammar one day. Rather command armies. We joked around a little. I thought, you know... he was my brother. We were never close, but I was glad we were getting along. And then he warned me that he thought Trian might be making a move against me."