"Don't call me that," Aragorn said sharply, glaring at Evander until the younger man glanced away. "Anyone else can call me that. Everyone but you." "It's who you are, Aragorn." The man snorted, the circlet sliding down his forehead slightly. "Why? Because a chance of birth. Because somewhere along the line, someone died and my sires didn't? You forget, you have just as much nobility in your blood as I. Perhaps more."