Martim was perfectly content being the younger, studious son of the king. Infante Royale he was called, as he would not have risen to the throne. He was fine with that as a certain freedom came with not having a crown on one’s head. Yet he did not take advantage of his position, but rather used it for the betterment of the country he called dear.
He was a musician in heart. A virtuoso on the violin. As all artists, he was more an introvert than an extrovert but that didn’t stop him from helping the children in the hospital where he played, and where he taught music. As it was said, his brother studied medicine to keep the children alive, but it was Martim who, through the arts, gave the children a purpose and presented them life. He readily admitted he had not much to offer, but what he had he gladly gave.
Martim was also a swordsman, trained by Maestro Sanchez, he was skilled with the blade. Being a young man, and protected by the throne, Martim never did see battle. His skill was kept on the strip where he learned the art of duel, yet never had to participate in one.
Soft spoken, passionate, and kind. That was Martim.He took second place to his brother Marques, but it never bothered him, except perhaps when his older sibling chose to tease him, or when the four childhood friends played rough. In those days, in his younger years, Martim stayed in the shadows and watched.
Perhaps it was his quiet nature that attracted Cassie.