"I just wonder, instead of thinking you don't have the choice to leave, to stay gone, have you considered you have the choice to be happy regardless? Unless, intrinsically, you can never be happy because it isn't the place you chose?" Rhysand stared up at the ceiling as he spoke, his voice measured and clearly being calculatory in his statement.
"You do not feel at home with your father, uncle and aunt, with the friends you've made? Though they come and go as the island feels fit, isn't that also just how life is? Families move? They come in to the neighborhood, and they leave? Even in Prythian members of a court are not...strictly bound unto that court, though it is not necessarily so easy to up and go. In Velaris my people grew in wealth, they bought bigger or better homes, or downsized as their family changed." He sighed a little and shook his head.
"I'm on a tangent. I only thought maybe if you looked at it from another angle you might not hate it--resent it--as much."