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Prologue: "There was no need for you to bring an army to the gates of my castle, Carmello," complained Asta, the newly crowned queen of the elves, as she looked at the row of motionless vampire soldiers on the other side of the iron gates. They seemed to show no signs of hostility, but Asta knew that could change at any moment. She frowned in displeasure and turned to the silent figure standing behind her. "I said you could see your..." [[Son|class][ $S to "son", $They to "He", $Them to "Him", $Their to "His", $they to "he", $them to "him", $their to "his", $A to "Prince", $a to "prince", $B to "Prince's", $b to "prince's", $C to "King", $c to "king", $D to "The Prince", $E to "Heir"]] [[Daughter|class][ $S to "daughter", $They to "She", $Them to "Her", $Their to "Her", $they to "she", $them to "her", $their to "her", $A to "Princess", $a to "princess", $B to "Princess's", $b to "princess", $C to "Queen", $c to "queen", $D to "The Princess", $E to "Heiress"]] [[Child|class][ $S to "child", $They to "They", $Them to "Them", $Their to "Their", $they to "they", $them to "them", $their to "their", $A to "Princex", $a to "princex", $B to "Their Princex's", $b to "princex's",$C to "Monarch", $c to "monarch", $D to "The Princex", $E to "Heirx"]]

"Ah, yes. Words..." the vampire lord responded without looking in the direction of the elf. His eyes fixed on the peaceful face of the baby in his arms. "I don't usually believe in words that don't accompany actions... It took you days to notify me of $their birth." Asta sighed. She knew Carmello would not let this be forgotten. "I wanted to be sure of your intentions," she argued nonetheless. His red eyes met hers for a moment before turning back to the baby again. "My intentions are the best and all related to the well-being of my heir." Asta frowned. "It's too early to talk about succession, don't you think?" "No. In fact, this is the perfect time for it," he smiled at the baby. "As a king, I have to ensure the future of my kingdom... you should do the same, your grace." It wasn't the mocking tone in Carmello's voice that angered Asta, but the way he already seemed to have decided that her child would belong to his kingdom. As if they had no ties to the kingdom of the elves. Carmello seemed to sense Asta's mood and steered the conversation to another topic. "I hope you haven't chosen a name yet." "I have a few in mind," she replied a bit defensively but pleased with the change of subject. Carmello knew how far he could go with his teasing. "Give me your least worst," Carmello asked, already looking disappointed, causing the elf to scrunch up her nose in disgust before replying. "I'm inclined to..." <<textbox "$name" "put your name here" autofocus>> [[Confirm]]

"Hmmm, I guess it's not so terrible after all," he looked at the baby's face, "$name?" Upon hearing the name, the baby, even while sleeping, shifted in $their father's arms. As if responding to his call. "Well, if $they like it... I suppose it can be $name." Asta raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "Seriously? That easy?" Carmello rolled his eyes theatrically. "I didn't come here to argue with you, Asta..." "... The presence of your army seems to indicate otherwise," "They think what I tell them to think," Carmello's voice was firm and commanding. "I hope you start to strip away all that pride and honor, Queen Asta." He walked up to her and gently placed the baby in her arms. "Unless you want our $S to pay for it." Asta looked at $name and then at Carmello. There was determination and a touch of an unknown emotion in her eyes. "I know what I have to do." Carmello watched her closely for a long time before finally giving her a half smile. "Very well then," he looked at the baby, "I will see you in six months, as agreed." He leaned in to kiss the baby's forehead and, with one last meaningful look at Asta, vanished into thin air. "It's all for you, my baby," murmured Asta, thinking about the next steps she would have to take. "We will do [[anything]] for you."

CHAPTER ONE You walk up and down the hall in the elven palace. The sound of your footsteps echoing with more force than necessary. The servants don't even dare look at you, but that's not exactly new. Your mother, the Queen of the realm and your grandfather has been in a closed-door meeting for hours already with other important figures in the elven court. Usually, that doesn't say anything to you but almost a quarter of an hour ago she called urgently asking you to join her at the meeting. And naturally, you asked your best friend to come with you too. Most of the time you don't think much when your mother invites you to attend a meeting, you know she just wants to include you in the kingdom affairs, even though half the people in the room hate you. However, this time, you feel that there is something more behind the request. Maybe because of your 21st birthday in a few months...the date that will change everything. There are rumors everywhere about the announcement of the future heir to the elven kingdom. You are at the top of the list - being your mother's first born. But due to the fact that you are also the heir to your father's kingdom — the lord of vampires — and that more than half of the elves either fear or hate you, politically, it would be easier to announce one of your siblings as heir. Something your stepfather has fought fiercely to convince your mother to do since you were a child. "You're going to blow holes in your shoes if you keep walking like that" your best friend's voice sounds in your head suddenly making you jump in surprise. You shouldn't be taken by surprise like that. With a sigh, you turn around and see them standing a few feet away from you as if they've been there for hours. You admire how, no matter the situation, they always seem composed and unshakable. "Theome," you greet them, pulling yourself together. They start walking towards you. They wear a sapphire robe with bronze threads adorning the collar, the robe touches the ground behind them making them look majestic. Their dark skin contrasts perfectly against their white hair held in a long braid adorned with bronze branches. They look closely at you before asking, low. "How are you doing $name? "How I am?" You repeat the question to yourself. [[I am worried]] [[I am nervous]] [[I am fine (true)]] [[I am fine (lie)]] [[I don't know]] [[It doesn't matter]]

The previously interrupted stream of your thoughts comes back with force, and you ponder their words for a few moments before responding. Your future is possibly being decided right now - by people who don't accept who you are. With only your mother and grandfather advocating for your birthright. This is worrying. Terrifying... "I'm worried," you admit. "I feel like this isn't just any meeting." You look at the closed door. "Vultures are flying above my head." Theome nods in understanding, their golden eyes softening. "I understand your feelings. Something tells me that there's something more to come of this, but whatever it is, we'll face it together." They then smile at you, as usual, showing their [[unconditional]] support.

The previously interrupted stream of your thoughts comes back with force, and you ponder their words for a few moments before responding. Your future is possibly being decided right now - by people who don't accept who you are. With only your mother and grandfather advocating for your birthright. There's no way you can't be nervous, and there's no reason for you to deny your emotional state either. "I'm nervous," You admit feeling your hands shake a little. "I feel like this is not just any meeting and vultures are flying above my head." Theome nods in understanding, their golden eyes softening. "I understand your feeling. Something tells me that... there's something more to come of this, but whatever it is, we'll face it together." They then smile at you, as usual, showing their [[unconditional]] support.

The previously interrupted stream of your thoughts returns with force. You ponder their words. Your future is possibly being decided right now - by people who don't accept who you are. With only your mother and grandfather advocating for your birthright. The situation may not seem ideal, but you know you can handle whatever happens. Your existence is proof of that. You give them an easy smile. "I'm fine" your words come out easily. "Whatever the subject of this meeting, I know it will all work out in the end. We should let the vultures fly above my head." Theome smiles at you, golden eyes shining even brighter. "Exactly. There's nothing you can't handle, especially with me as your backup." Their tone is playful but with a sincere touch that makes you relax even more. You can always count on the [[unconditional]] support of your best friend.

The previously interrupted stream of your thoughts returns with force. The situation is not ideal - your mother must be feeling pressured to make a choice. A choice that affects everything - including you. Your future and your birthright are at stake. And you don't know if you can handle it, you should be able to but... You look away at a painting on the wall across the hall depicting one of your ancestors before answering. "I'm fine" as soon as the words leave your mouth, even you can't believe them. Your voice sounds wrong in your ears even after you clear your throat. "Let's the vultures fly above my head." "$name" Theome pronounces your name softly, an implicit request for you to listen to them, and when you turn your eyes to them their expression is one of the pure understandings and validation. "Whatever the reason for this meeting, I'll be right by your side and we'll deal with it together," they smile at you encouragingly, making their golden eyes sparkle even more. You smile at them too. "Thank you, Theome" you feel a little calmer now knowing that, whatever happens, you can always count on the [[unconditional]] support of your best friend.

You ponder their words for a few moments before responding. Your future is possibly being decided right now - by people who don't accept who you are. With only your mother and grandfather advocating for your birthright. Anything can happen. Including your legitimate recognition as an heir...or your exclusion. "I don't know," you finally say, letting all your confusion show. "I have a feeling this isn't a simple meeting, but is this going to necessarily turn out to be bad?" Theome nods in understanding at your words. "I know what you mean, there seems to be something in the air." "Vultures are flying above my head." you whisper and hate how foreboding your voice sounds. Theome's eyes become vague for a moment, a distant expression painting their features, until they suddenly shake their head, as if to get rid of a thought. Before they spoke again. "Whatever this is, we will face it together." They smile encouragingly at you, making their golden eyes sparkle even more. "Thank you, Theome" you feel a little calmer now knowing that, whatever happens, you can always count on your best friend [[unconditional]] support.

You shrug. Immediately straightening your posture. Your future is possibly being decided now - by people who do not accept who you are. With only your mother and grandfather defending what is rightfully yours. Although the scenario doesn't seem exactly favorable, you know you shouldn't despair prematurely and that you have the best allies by your side. So, whatever the decision or the reason for the meeting - you will face it honorably and prepare to respond appropriately. "It doesn't matter," you reply and, seeing their doubtful expression, you add a bit defensively. "There's nothing that can happen in this meeting that I can't handle." You give a half smile. "I am $D, after all. Let's the vultures fly above my head." They slowly nod, their golden eyes now a little concerned. "Anyway, you know you can count on me, and you won't have to face anything alone," they say, offering an encouraging smile. You nod back at them. Feeling more prepared knowing that, no matter what happens, you can always rely on the [[unconditional]] support of your best friend.

You and Theome have known each other since you were children. They were the only one who didn't look strangely in your direction during classes. Their curiosity about you was genuine and didn't show contempt and disgust like the other kids who always tried to provoke you into doing something that would get you in trouble or accused you of doing something to threaten them. Theome, even though they were a child of court nobles, was kind, humble and respectful. They showed their exceptional intelligence in classes and signs of leadership from an early age. The children and teachers enjoyed being around them even after your friendship had grown and you became inseparable. Even their parents, after a few years, began to tolerate your presence more. (although perhaps this has to do with the fact that they realized that your mother was not keen to remove you as heir and this could benefit them in the future) Anyway, you're lucky to be able to call Theome a friend. [[Even if you prefer to call them something else ❤️ (you've had feelings for them for a long time) |1][ $feelings to "longcrush"]] [[Even if you're starting to think the term is wrong ❤️ (you're developing feelings for them)|1][ $feelings to "recentcrush"]] [[And you know you're lucky to be able to use that term.|1][ $feelings to "realfriends"]] [[Friend? This is a one-sided term. In fact, you're only interested in their power and influence. |1][ $feelings to "fake friends"]]

<<if $feelings == "longcrush">> Friend. The word should provide you with comfort but instead it torments you deeply. You've had feelings for Theome since... well, since you can remember. You just like everything about them, even the flaws! Regrettably, your [[loyal]], gentle elf with golden eyes and charming personality never showed signs of feeling the same kind of thing towards you. As if you didn't already have too many problems to deal with. <<elseif $feelings == "recentcrush">> You're not sure when exactly this started, but now when someone refers to you and Theome as friends, your stomach turns oddly. Unpleasant. As if the term needed to be repelled immediately. Friends? Well, they're your friend, of course, but...what if they could be more than that? What if you could become more? Recently, memories of Theome's soft voice, incredibly golden eyes, and charming, kind, and [[loyal]] personality have been hovering over your thoughts more times than you can count. There is no doubt that you are feeling things that go beyond ordinary friendship. But will they ever return that? <<elseif $feelings == "realfriends">> There isn't a day in your life that you don't think about how lucky you are to have Theome as your friend. Without them you would be alone, and your life would be very different. Much lonelier. You would probably have ended up becoming the monster everyone expects you to be. But thanks to Theome and their [[loyal]] friendship, you're still here. Standing and fighting. <<elseif $feelings == "fake friends">> Since you were a child, your father has always told you that you need allies and support to guarantee your birthright, but for someone like you, it's not that easy to get people who want to be by your side. So when a noble elf and [[loyal]] like Theome approached, you didn't miss the opportunity to create "bonds" and over time your decision only became even more right. Even if you have to fake it all the time. Well, what is existence without sacrifices? <</if>>

//$name? $name?// You blink, suddenly, and look at Theome standing in front of you. They seem to be waiting for something. "Sorry, what?" You ask realizing that you have once again been lost in your thoughts. Theome purses their lips like they're trying to suppress a smile before pointing to the door next to you. "They're calling for you, Your Highness" The last part of the sentence is said in jest but you know that once you walk through the door, that's how they'll have to refer to you during the meeting."Let's go" You nod, taking a deep breath, before turning to the door and making your way into the room. "$Their Highness, $name and $their companion, Master Theome" As usual, your presence is announced to the figures present seated around the sacred table, a long structure made of precious stones and adorned with gold details. The sun comes in through the large windows and makes the room look bright and inviting at first glance. Soon, the gold, the glitter of the stones and the sun start to make your eyes burn. You feel like you're about to run away, but instead, you squint your eyes and two servants run to pull the curtains halfway across the window—protecting you but not obscuring the room. It's enough so that lords, masters and ladies can see your appearance already commented on throughout the kingdom. Everyone knows your eyes are.. [[Golden (the same as your grandpa's) |2][$eyecolor to "golden"]] [[Dark |2][$eyecolor to "dark"]] [[Dark brown |2][$eyecolor to "dark brown"]] [[Light brown |2][$eyecolor to "light brown"]] [[Purple (the same as your mother's) |2][$eyecolor to "purple"]] [[Hazel |2][ $eyecolor to "hazel"]] [[Dark green |2][ $eyecolor to "dark green"]] [[Light green |2][ $eyecolor to "light green"]] [[Red (the same as your father's) |2][ $eyecolor to "red"]] [[Dark blue |2][ $eyecolor to "dark blue"]] [[Light blue|2][ $eyecolor to "light blue"]] [[Grey |2][ $eyecolor to "grey"]] [[Red & purple (the same as both your parent's) |2][$eyecolor to "red/purple"]]

Everyone's attention always goes to your eyes first, then your hair color... [[Strawberry Blonde |3][ $haircolor to "strawberry blonde"]] [[Silver Blonde (the same as your mother and grandpa) |3][ $haircolor to "silver blonde"]] [[Medium Blonde |3][ $haircolor to "medium blonde"]] [[Golden Blonde |3][ $haircolor to "golden blonde"]] [[Auburn Blonde |3][ $haircolor to "auburn blonde"]] [[Dark Blonde |3][ $haircolor to "dark blonde"]] [[Dark Brown |3][ $haircolor to "dark brown"]] [[Light Brown |3][ $haircolor to "light brown"]] [[Medium Brown |3][ $haircolor to "medium brown"]] [[White |3][ $haircolor to "white"]] [[Black (the same as your father's) |3][ $haircolor to "black"]] [[Ginger |3][ $haircolor to "ginger"]] [[Deep Red |3][ $haircolor to "deep Red"]] [[Silver blonde/black (the same as both your parent's) |3][ $haircolor to "silver/black"]] [[Auburn |3][ $haircolor to "auburn"]] [[Pink |3][ $haircolor to "pink"]] [[Blue |3][ $haircolor to "blue"]] [[Green |3][ $haircolor to "green"]]

Your color becomes even more intense due to the pattern of your hair strands.. [[Straight |4][ $hairstyle to "straight"]] [[Curly |4][ $hairstyle to "curly"]] [[Wavy |4][ $hairstyle to "wavy"]] [[Coily |4][ $hairstyle to "coily"]]

That you keep in a cut style... [[Long |5][ $hayrtamanho to "long"]] [[Short|5][ $hayrtamanho to "short"]] [[Shoulder-length |5][ $hayrtamanho to "shoulder-length"]] [[Very short |5][ $hayrtamanho to "very short"]] [[Very long|5][ $hayrtamanho to "very long"]] [[uh, actually i'm bald |5][$hayrtamanho to "bald"]]

And although your typical elf ears are visible, many wonder if you really have fangs or if it's just a rumor (which is actually real) Without causing any more fanfare, you sit next to your mother who gives you a friendly smile even though it doesn't reach her deep purple eyes. Your stepfather, Agathon, as usual, just gives you a disinterested look you know well. Theome sits between their parents, Lord Solon and Lady Gaynor. All three alike in appearance, but not in character. The couple gives you condescending smiles before turning to Theome. At the end of the table, your grandfather, Áedh, just looks at you for a moment before turning his focus elsewhere. You know that even though your grandfather acted uninterested in you when you was a baby, over time he learned to love and respect you. Becoming your advocate and advisor. But that doesn't mean he will break into smiles in your presence. You still owe him respect as a leader and ancestor, especially at such gatherings. The rest of the nobles quickly nod and look away from you. Not wanting to be caught staring. "We shall begin then," your grandfather announces as he gestures for the servants to approach the table with crystal goblets containing water, juice, wine or if you rather, blood. [[Juice |7][ $drink to "juice" ]] [[Water |7][ $drink to "water"]] [[Blood |7][ $drink to "blood"]] [[Wine |7][ $drink to "wine"]]

<<if $drink == "juice">> You feel the freshness of the juice going down your throat and quenching some of your thirst. <<elseif $drink == "water">> You feel the freshness of the water going down your throat, quenching part of your thirst. <<elseif $drink == "blood">> You take a deep breath, feeling the appetizing scent of the blood fill your senses before you take a big swig of the liquid too cold for your taste. You notice not so discreet looks and even grimaces of disgust and offense in your direction as you taste the not so fresh "donated" blood. Your supply is provided by your father during the time you spend in the elven realm. He swears that the blood you receive is donated by humans who follow vampires and willingly agree to give the blood to you and other vampires, and that no one gets hurt in the process, but of course this cannot be confirmed. You give a cold smile to the lords and ladies who continue to watch you. If they want to look then let them deal with the consequences. <<elseif $drink == "wine">> You feel the taste of the invigorating liquid going down your throat and making your insides warm <</if>> "We should start the second part of our meeting now, I appreciate you all paying attention and, as you know, respect the opinions that differ from yours." the old king incisive tone is directed at everyone, but especially Agathon and Lord Solon. Before anyone can respond to that, the door opens again and even without an announcement you see a figure approach the table and take the last available seat. You don't have to look twice to know who's there. [[Princess Naemes|8][$N to "Naeme", $n to "Naeme's", $Ele to "She", $Eles to "Her", $Dele to "Her", $Deles to "Herself", $P to "Princess Naemes", $ele to "she", $eles to "her", $dele to "her", $deles to "herself", $p to "princess Naemes", $B to "She's", $b to "she's"]] [[Prince Nikon|8][$N to "Nikon", $n to "Nikon's", $Ele to "He", $Eles to "Him", $Dele to "His", $Deles to "Himself", $P to "Prince Nikon", $ele to "he", $eles to "him", $dele to "his", $deles to "himself", $p to "prince Nikon", $B to "He's", $b to "he's"]]

As always $dele expression is hard to read. $Dele brown eyes reveal nothing of what goes on in $dele mind every time you see $eles at balls or at those meetings where $ele, as heir of the neighboring kingdom and allie, need to attend as a representative. $Dele kingdom is surrounded by mystery. No one knows the exact location, so it is assumed that it is somehow close to yours, when you first asked your grandfather the name of the kingdom he replied "it is nameless" You know that there are some elves who prefer to live in seclusion and outside society...but an entire kingdom living like this? For centuries? You can't help but wonder if there's something they're hiding... $Ele doesn't say anything as $ele looks at your grandfather. Not even a hello, or even an apology for the obvious delay or an explanation for it. $Ele just stand there - looking distant despite $dele presence. Well, that's not surprising considering socializing and faking pleasantries isn't really $dele thing. While your grandfather clears his throat to regain the attention from the now-full room, you take the opportunity to observe $N more closely. $Ele don't dress extravagantly, far from it, $dele robe are simple and neutral in color despite obviously having the best material. <<if $N == "Naeme">> Her dress is a soft shade of cream with straight details forming a silver band around the waist and at the simple neckline. Her caramel-colored hair is pulled back into a loose bun that allows her thick curls to bounce with any movement. There is no makeup on her tanned skin and her only ornament is the emerald ring on her pinky finger. <<elseif $N == "Nikon">> His robe are a soft shade of cream with straight details forming a silver band on the collar of his shirt and along the edges of the sleeves. His caramel colored hair is cut shorter than the last time you saw him but you can still see some of his thick curls bouncing just above his ear level. There is no makeup on his tanned skin and his only ornament is the Emerald ring on his pinky finger. <</if>> As you watch $eles , $ele look right at you. Without blinking or looking surprised by your attention. Your relationship is...non-existent. $Ele have a cold reservation towards you. Or rather, indifference. $Ele don't seem to care what you are or what you do and $ele don't even try to get close. It's as you're invisible. Part of the furniture. [[It makes you sad, you wish there was a friendship between you two.|9][ $Nfeelings to "friends"]] [[It makes you sad, you kind of have a crush...❤️.|9][ $Nfeelings to "crush"]] [[You do not care. One less person for you to have to fake sympathy.|9][ $Nfeelings to "indiferente"]] [[It makes you furious. But you know better than to show this carelessly and openly...one day...you will respond to this indifference.|9][ $Nfeelings to "dislike"]]

<<if $Nfeelings == "friends" >> You can't help but feel bad about the relationship, or rather, the lack of relationship between you. $N is one of the few people not totally averse to you and this gave you hope that you could become friends but in the years you've known $eles this has never evolved. $Ele treat you with politeness only, and any attempt at a longer or non-political conversation is quickly cut off. $dele walls seem impossible for you to penetrate. You let out a sad [[sigh]] at the thought of it. <<elseif $Nfeelings == "crush" >> $B just so...the opposite of what is expected of an heir. In the years you've known $eles; you've learned a lot about $dele reserved but decisive personality. $Ele don't do anything $ele don't want to do and impose $deles whenever $ele need to. No one can use $eles like most heirs are used. And while $ele aren't exactly friendly to you or seem to want something other than a political relationship, you can't help but feel involved for $eles . In a not innocent way. You can't give an exact name to what you feel but you know there is a shadow of an interest here. But knowing that it will never be reciprocated makes you feel a deep sadness. $N frowns noticing the change in your expression, $dele eyes scan your face penetratingly and you're not sure but $ele seem to be asking you a silent question. [[You feel your heart speed up. You weren't expecting to get a reaction. You look away quickly ❤️]] [[Your heart races and in the face of the unexpected attention you take the chance to give your most charming smile ❤️]] <<elseif $Nfeelings == "indiferente" >> You can't care less about that. It doesn't matter what $ele thinks of you. And if $ele doesn't want to have anything to do with you...well, even better! One less person for you to have to fake smile and kind words. With an expression that doesn't hide your opinion, you give $eles a look of equal disinterest that is answered with a blank expression. You [[sigh]], the sneers is loud enough to earn a disapproving look from your mother. <<elseif $Nfeelings == "dislike" >> Your anger bubbles up inside you every time $ele acts like you're just a pillar. Or worse, a simple maid. A nothing... $Ele doesn't seem to understand the power you have. The kingdom of two powerful species is almost in your hands and soon you will have more political power than any other kingdom. Including $dele. Treating you with contempt is a mistake that you will make a point of showing $eles how dangerous it is. You notice $eles tense slightly as you study $dele expression more carefully. An unfriendly smile spreads across your face, and $ele gives you one last look before averting $dele eyes. You [[sigh]] are pleased with the reaction you managed to get from $eles. <</if>>

"As you all know, today $D is going to $their six-month period in the kingdom of $their father, Carmello. Honoring the agreement signed shortly after $their birth, which guarantees $their stays here for half a year and in the vampire realm for half a year too," having been responsible for the deal your grandfather always sounds proud to have put an end to your parents' dispute over you. And being able to tell the Lord Vampire what to do is always something else to brag about. Especially if it prevents a war. "By the time $D returns, $their 21st birthday will be closer and it will be time to take $their place as heir of the elves, so we have to officially $their situation now. In this meeting. As everyone also knows, $name is not only candidate for heir to one, but two kingdoms. Two different kingdoms that do not mix politically and culturally speak. The only thing in common is $D, then, you have to choose" he turns to you "Which kingdom do you want to rule when the time comes?" You blink, surprised by how straightforward he sounds. It's true that your grandfather was never a man of mincing words but that was the most straight thing you've ever heard him say. Also, you thought that today they would be deciding whether or not you will be officially announced as an heir. You thought you were going to get a decision, not a question about what you want to do. But before you can formulate an answer, your stepfather, Agathon, intrudes. "My King Áedh, I have a suggestion to make before the $A answer," he says in his fake placating tone before looking at everyone at the table and finally at you. "$name, you must take over your father's kingdom and let your brother take over the elven kingdom. That way, we'll keep peace between the realms once and for all." Though his words sound rational, you know he doesn't care about peace. He's only want one of his children in control of the kingdom because then he will be in control. He can command from behind the curtain. And that cannot happen. "All for peace, uh?" you let the ironic tone of your words reach his eyes which are now flashing with anger. "How diplomatic of you, stepfather" "Peace can always be kept through a marriage ring, my dear Agathon." Lord Solon intervenes. "$D can assume $their father's kingdom and also this kingdom, and $their future spouse can command the kingdom of the elves as regent. In this way, peace will be consolidated." "And you suggest Theome as regent, I suppose? Shall we hear a marriage proposal soon?" Agathon's sneering tone makes Lady Gaynor squint menacingly. "Do you have something against that, Agathon? Theome is the heir to our lands and gold. Has decades of education and tradition." Her voice sounds sharper than you remember. "Your children are far away from the age. They still barely know the laws of our people, How can you expect them to govern? " "They will learn." Agathon looks like he's about to jump across the table towards the elf. "It's their birthright--" "It's not." Your mother interrupts making everyone shut up and look at her. "$name is my first born and the heir of the elves. We never skipped a birth order." "But if $D wants to take over $their father's kingdom..." one of the lords mutters too loudly to go unnoticed. Your mother makes him fall silent with her eyes. "$D hasn't had a chance to give the answer yet." She remembers casting an authoritative glance around the table. "In this kingdom, we hear our future leaders." You thank your mother with a nod then you look at the curious faces, waiting for your decision. It's the time. You can't get away from it. But what you really want? "$They doesn't have to do this now," To your surprise, $n voice cuts through the tense silence. Everyone turns to $eles in shock. "Let $their make $their six-month visit to Carmello's kingdom and when $they returns, $they can give $their answer. That way you'll know $they really chose what $they wanted, not what you imposed." Silence falls once more, attention split between you and $N now. "I agree," Theome says loud and clear. "I will accompany $D on the journey and ensure $their return safely and with an answer. We must do things the right way" Whispers begins to fill the air. "Six months there can influence..." "Six months here too..." "Do you really want our future leader to be...?" "Silence!" Your grandfather towers over the other voices and everyone turn to him now. He stares at you, fixedly, for several minutes and you realize he's prowling around in your mind looking for something. When he finally speaks, his tone is different. "Queen Asta will decide whether $D will give the answer now or not, particularly, I defend $P idea after this possibility was presented. It will be good not to rush anything after all." He looks toward $N and then at your mother. "It's your decision Your Grace" Hmmm ... You didn't expect your grandfather to agree..he'd been the one who'd wanted an answer in the first place. You feel like you're missing something... Now your fate is in your mother's hands. She looks at you, straight into your eyes. <<if $eyecolor == "purple">> An exact copy of yours. <</if>> While waiting for her decision you think about your destiny. Two kingdoms. Yours. But you can only have one, well, at least that's what they say. [[They are right, and you want the elven kingdom.|10][ $Future to "elven kingdom"]] [[They are right, and you want the vampire kingdom.|10][ $Future to "vampire kingdom"]] [[They are wrong. You want both realms.|10][ $Future to "wantboth"]] [[Actually, you don't want any realm.|10][ $Future to "nokingdom"]] [[You're not sure about that. You still haven't decided anything.|10][ $Future to "dontknow"]]

For a moment you freeze, unable to react. This must be the first time that $ele shows any kind of directly interest towards you. Your heart races, and you can almost feel it pulsing against your ribs. You have no idea what to do, so quickly, you avert your eyes to your grandfather who is already staring at you. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that $ele keeps $dele eyes on you much longer than you expect before $ele also looks away. Well, that's interesting. You let out a deep [[sigh]].

Well...you are pleasantly surprised now. This must be the first time $ele addres you on $dele own. You can't miss this chance.. With your heart racing you use the opportunity to smile at $eles - a smile full of all the charm you have. $Ele tilts $dele head slightly to the side as $ele notices your smile, $dele face closing back into an unreadable mask, before taking $dele full attention away from you. But not before you noticed, with your vampire sensors, the unexpected leap, $dele heart took. You let out a satisfied [[sigh]].

<<if $Future == "elven kingdom">> There is logic in what they say. You cannot command two different realms, even if you are linked to both, in the end you are one and the responsibilities are immense. Why risk losing it all when you can be good governance for just one? In that case, to the realm of the elves, which is what you intend to inherit. You were born and educated for this. It's your [[destiny.]] <<elseif $Future == "vampire kingdom">> There is logic in what they say. You cannot command two different realms, even if you are linked to both, in the end , you are one and the responsibilities are immense. Why risk losing it all when you can be a good ruler for one? In that case, to the vampire realm, which is what you intend to inherit. You were born and educated for this. It's your [[destiny.]] <<elseif $Future == "wantboth">> They say you can only have one kingdom. That you have to choose between two of the things you are. Things that make you the only one. But they are wrong. You don't have to choose just one and you won't. You will take both kingdoms and rule them. It doesn't matter what you have to do for it. You were born and educated for this. It's your [[destiny.]] <<elseif $Future == "nokingdom">> Ruling vampires or elves or even both... it's just not something you want to do. Maybe your father thinks you were born for this, or your mother sees it as your duty, but for you, this is just a waste of time. And you will find a way to get rid of that burden. You want to enjoy your existence freely and not trapped behind duties, rules and headaches. No matter what they say, this is not your [[destiny.]] <<elseif $Future == "dontknow">> Your parents are always saying that ruling is your duty. Your [[destiny.]] Something you were born to do. And while you can understand what they mean by that, you also wonder if there aren't other things you could do. Other paths to tread that do not involve thrones and crowns... Something you could discover for yourself. You just hope that, whatever your decision, your parents will support you. It's a fair thing to ask, Right? <</if>>

"$name" your mother says ignoring the crowd of anxious nobles who stare at the two of you on the edge of their chairs. "You can wait until you are back and we can talk about this again...and, hopefully, crown you." Her voice has a definitive tone that leaves no room for argument. And without waiting, she gets up. Her presence filling the room. Everyone stands up too, lowering their heads for a moment as they wait for what she's going to say. "You are all dismissed. The servants will assist you in your activities" she looks at Agathon. "Come." And without looking back she leaves the room so quickly that her long silver hair looks like smoke billowing against her back. After her, the others are also start to leaving until the room is empty except for you and your grandfather. "You'll hear me now," He says walking leisurely towards the window. "Come." You stand next to him. The day sun isn't exactly unpleasant, but you can't say you like the sun's rays against your skin. However, you know this is an endurance test. He likes to make you have to face your weaknesses. Through the window you can see the gardens of the palace and beyond them the iron gates, the cobblestone street and further away the top of the various houses and shops in the commercial center that make up the elf community that lives in the city. Further to the horizon, a robust forest shelters the most reclusive elves who prefer to live only in the green. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city. "One day this could be yours, $name" your grandfather says without looking at you. "And even if it isn't, it will still be your responsibility to stop that idiot Agathon from destroying what our ancestors took hundreds of years to build." Your grandfather's words about Agathon surprise you. You always thought they were close and that your grandfather respected him. "A ruler needs to be diplomatic, $name" he replies reading your thoughts. "It doesn't matter if you think someone is the most useless thing that has ever walked under the sun. You should treat them with respect and maybe one day they will even learn a thing or two." You nod your head and raise your hand to shield your eyes from the sun. "Wait ," your grandfather scolds you gently and you lower your hand with a sigh as the sun stays on you. "Whatever you choose. Choose wisely. For you. Not for your father or mother, because in the end, you will be ruling alone. There's not much they can do to help you once you accept the throne." He finally turns his eyes to you. His dark golden eyes were steady and unfathomable. "Think with your own head and act as it best suits you, no matter what your duty is if you don't want to have it. Use your extra time wisely." You nod again, unable to speak. He is telling you something important. A valuable advice, As always, he is taking care of you in the way he knows best, with words. "Today's meeting had to happen so you could buy that time. Time to think and reflect before it's too late. The people around that table only care about having the image of a leader. They don't really care what it can do to the kingdom. But I do." He pauses and backs away from the window, he then walks to the door unhurriedly and turns to you. "You should thank $N, by the way. $Dele collaboration with us is being exceptional." And without further ado he leaves the room leaving you alone. You look around the empty room, you still have one more hour before you have to hit the road. What are you going to do with this time? [[Rest. Your morning was emotionally draining, all you want is to relax now.]] [[Run! With your vampire speed, running is not only exciting but also liberating.]] [[Your siblings must be in the stables, time to go see what they're doing.]] [[Your grandfather said something about you having to thank a certain heir...]]

Although you don't usually get tired so quickly, you have to admit that, mentally, you are tired. Much more than usual. Your morning started too hectic. Your mind is overloaded with thoughts and emotions. And as you walk through the halls, your feet automatically guide you to your room. Although the room is completely dark because of the heavy curtains, you can clearly see your giant bed covered with silk sheets and soft pillows. You fall asleep as soon as you close your eyes. It feels like only a few seconds have passed when you open your eyes again feeling lighter and prepared. You stretch, it's time to go to see your [[father.]]

As you walk through the halls, you start to feel that tingle that occurs whenever you want to run a little in the woods. Maybe your view from the window to the green while talking to your grandfather has awakened your will or you just need to feel a little free... Your feet guide you into the garden, and after a look around to make sure there aren't any guards, you jump over the wall and run into the woods. The wind on your skin, the ground under your feet, the feeling of release and total control are intoxicating. You run as fast as the wind, scaring away animals and other occult beings that roam around. After what seems like only a few seconds, you begin to feel the adrenaline diminish, then gradually slow down your run to a slower pace before stopping completely. It's time to go back to the castle. It's time to go see your [[father.]]

You will spend six months away from your siblings, using only letters to communicate with them. It's good for you to spend a little time together before you go on a trip. For better or worse. You make your way to the stables where loud voices fly in all directions. As soon as you enter the space, you find your four siblings huddled around one of the horses - a large, imposing figure in glossy dark fur, looking proud even as he stands still as your siblings vie for who will ride first. The four are similar to your stepfather, physically at least. Green eyes, freckles all over their faces, straight white hair and light brown skin. "I should go first! I'm the oldest!" Your thirteen year old brother, Philon, decides to straighten up to look taller. "But I got here first!" Briallen yell back, she's three years younger than Philon. The twins, Theron and Hagne, don't do much other than scream and tap. Despite being four years old, they both refuse to stop acting like they're still babies. You whistle loudly and the four turn to look at you. "$name!" Hagne screams, throwing the brush she was holding to the floor and running to you with a dimpled smile and open arms. [[You open your arms to catch her. You get along well with your siblings. |11][ $siblings to "lovethem"]] [[You reach out to stop her before getting too close. You get along with your siblings but don't like to be touched.|11][$siblings to "notouch"]] [[You ignore her. You can't stand your siblings.|11][$siblings to "dontlovethem"]] [[You fake a smile too but avoid holding her. You just pretend to like your siblings.|11][$siblings to "pretendegostar"]]

Curious, your grandfather hinted that $N helped you buy more time. Six months to be exact. Before you have to give an answer. But why would $N do that? As far as you know, $ele never showed any sign of wanting to help you. Was this a favor to your grandfather? Or, in an almost absurd hypothesis, a favor to you? Perhaps a sign of the beginning of a friendship or… something else? Anyway, the only way to get an answer is to talk to $eles. You walk through the halls until you find a servant. As always, the first reaction to seeing you is fear, followed by a hasty recomposition. "Where's $p? " You ask ignoring his rapid heartbeat and his inability to look you in the eye. "Um...yeah, uh, $p is in the library, your highness," he replies, stumbling over his words. "Thanks you," you reply and turn around to go to the library. The servant waits until you are out of sight before moving again. Eyes lingering on your back. As soon as you enter the library, the smell of books completely overwhelms you. Unlike the other rooms in the castle which are decorated to show wealth and luxury, the library is a simple and functional space, with tall bookshelves made of thick dark wood, mahogany tables and chairs with red velvet upholstery and red velvet rugs covering the floor and muffling the sound of footsteps. The windows located at the top of the walls cast a soft glow in the environment whose lighting depends on the chandeliers scattered along the corridors. You don't have to walk far into the gigantic room to find $N in the philosophy section. Looking intently at two books one in each of $dele hands. "$name," $ele says without looking up. "I figured you would come after me." Right. Straight to the point. "My grandfather told me to thank you," you reply watching $dele reaction to your words. "Looks like you bought me some time before I had to give an answer about my heritage." $Ele doesn't respond right away. Instead $dele face remains fixed on the books until $ele finally chooses the one with the blue leather cover and places the another one back on the shelf. "As for that, you don't owe me anything. I did it for myself." The answer, like $dele eyes that finally meet yours, is cold and impersonal. Hmm, that's interesting. And it doesn't seem to make much sense. You raise an eyebrow, curious. "And what does the answer about my position in the kingdom has to do with you?" "More than you think," $Ele mutters starting to walk away from you, but not before you notice a intense emotion in $dele eyes. "And if none of them bothered to tell you, I'm not the one who will" Without further ado, $Ele starts to walk away from you without any intention of continuing the talk. [[You also walk away. You know when it's time to go.]] [[Well, you still haven't finished the conversation. You decide to say thank you anyway.]] [[Well, you still haven't finished the talk. It's time to remember that this is YOUR home.]] [[You just keep looking, unable to stop staring ❤️]]

Later, you and your mother watch as the servants carry your and Theome's things to the carriage. It's hours of travel ahead to your father's kingdom so precautions are being taken to make you comfortable during the journey, mainly to ensure that you have with you the things that you cannot travel without... [[A pile of comfy pillows. |12][$comfy to "pillows"]] [[Your old book collection. |12][$comfy to "book"]] [[Blood. You can't travel that long without having a snack |12][$comfy to "blood"]] [[Comfy pillows, old books, and a lot of blood. All that! You are royalty, after all. |12][ $comfy to "All that"]]

So that's your cue to go. You tried to be civil, but it seems $N is determined not to have anything to do with you. You can't force these things, right? You start to walk away. Now, it's time to go to see your [[father.]]

Even if $N doesn't seem to want a friendly relationship with you. You owe $eles a thank you. Whether $ele likes it or not. "Thank you $P " you say, and $ele stops walking, after a moment of uncertainty $ele looks over $dele shoulder. "I truly appreciate your gesture. Deeply." "Goodbye $a" $dele voice is a little softer than you ever heard before $ele went back to ignoring you. You feel your lips form a small smile as you make your way out of the library. Now, it's time to go to see your [[father.]]

This attitude of total indifference and contempt for you is irritating and insulting. $Ele doesn't seem to realize that you are a royal member of the castle and not a servant. Or a wall. Maybe $ele needs a reminder. "$P" you call with authority in your voice, making $eles stop in place but not turning to you. "I hope you don't forget that here, in Eloza, you are just a visitor and must behave with respect and follow the rules, especially those that say you must only turn your back on a royal member after you have been authorized to do" $Ele turns fully towards you now and retraces $dele steps until $ele stops right in front of you. Looking into your eyes. "Do I have your permission to go, your highness, or there's something more useful you'd like to talk about?" You stare at $eles for several seconds. With the same look you've seen in your father's eyes when one of his inferiors misbehaves. If $N looks intimidated, however, $ele doesn't show it except for the jump in $dele heartbeat. With an icy smile, you dismiss $eles . "You can now go $P" Now...it's time to see your [[father.]]

You watch $eles walk away, your eyes glued to $dele back. There's something about $eles that just...Hold you down, literally speaking, since you can't move. Seeming to feel the weight of your gaze, $N glances at you over the shoulder. "Need something?" No. Yes. Maybe? You are not sure. When it comes to $eles, you are not sure how you should act or what you should do. It's as if the normal rules applied to social interaction simply disappear from your mind. The only thing manifesting in you is the strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. And that is completely strange, frustrating, and slightly exciting, you dare think. "No, you may go," you manage to say, stepping back. "...I'll be around for a little more time if you want to talk before you leave," $ele says, taking a step towards you when you say nothing. "Or you can send a letter too, if you prefer." You nod and give $eles a grateful smile. Maybe this is the opening you need... "Thank you, $N." You turn and leave the room feeling strangely lighter and hopeful. But now, it's time to focus on other matters. It's time to go see your [[father.]]

<<if $siblings == "lovethem">> You smile back, unable to stop yourself. Although your stepfather is not exactly a fan of yours or you agree with how he thinks, you have a great relationship with your siblings and whenever you can, you spend time with them. And so far, Agathon doesn't seem to have a problem with that. You open your arms as Hagne jumps on them and she smiles even wider. "What's going on here?" you ask walking a little closer to the others. The horse shifts uncomfortably at your proximity, thumping his hooves on the ground as a warning. You take a step back in order not to make him agitated. "So," You start as if nothing happened."What's going on?" "We're going for a horseback ride" Philon replies "But they don't understand that I have to go first!" "You only say that because you're older!" Briallen rolls her eyes and looks at you "But actually the oldest is $name" "You go?" Theron asks tugging at the hem of your robe to get your attention. You shake your head. Horses aren't exactly big fans of you. "No, I just came to see you guys before going to my father's kingdom," you reply, and Hagne clings to you more. "No" She screams, and you rub her back reassuringly. "You know I have to go, but we can exchange letters and before you remember I'll be back," you promise looking at each of them before putting Hagne down. "What if the lord vampire won't let you come back?" Briallen asks in a whisper as if she fears being overheard by your father. "He knows this is my house too" You reassure them. "Besides, I always come back, don't I?" They seem to think for a few seconds before dedicing to believe in you. "Right," Philon clears his throat. "Let's do something together then." You spend the rest of the hour walking around the castle grounds with your siblings. You hide from the guards in the garden, and you pretend to be a monster chasing them through the hallways, you also help them steal cookies from the kitchen. Later, you say them goodbye as one of the maids escorts them to their lessons. You watch them go with a smile on your face. Now, it's time to go to see your [[father.]] <<elseif $siblings == "notouch">> You smile back, unable to stop yourself. Although your stepfather is not exactly a fan of yours or you agree with how he thinks, you have a great relationship with your siblings and whenever you can, you spend time with them. And so far, Agathon doesn't seem to have a problem with that. "Oops," you say signaling her to stop. She blinks looking confused but the smile remains on her face. "Remember what we said about touching?" "No!" She screams happily but something in her eyes sparkles giving you the certainty that she knows exactly what you're talking about. "What's going on here?" you ask walking a little closer to the others. The horse shifts uncomfortably at your proximity, thumping his hooves on the ground as a warning. You take a step back in order not to make him agitated. "So," You start as if nothing happened." What's going on?" "We're going for a horseback ride" Philon replies "But they don't understand that I have to go first!" "You only say that because you're older!" Briallen rolls her eyes and looks at you "But actually the oldest is $name" "You go?" Theron asks tugging at the hem of your robe to get your attention. You shake your head. Horses aren't exactly big fans of you. "No, I just came to see you guys before going to my father's kingdom," you reply, and Hagne start to scream. "No!" Her voice echoes through the stables, and you wait until she calms down, which isn't long before she realizes neither of you show a reaction. "You know I have to go, but we can exchange letters and before you remember I'll be back," you promise looking at each of them. "What if the lord vampire won't let you come back?" Briallen asks in a whisper as if she fears being overheard by your father. "He knows this is my house too" You reassure them. "Besides, I always come back, don't I?" They seem to reflect for a few seconds before dedicing to believe in you. "Right," Philon clears his throat. "Let's do something together then." You spend the rest of the hour walking around the castle grounds with your siblings. You hide from the guards in the garden, and you pretend to be a monster chasing them through the hallways, you also help them steal cookies from the kitchen. Later, you say them goodbye as one of the maids escorts them to their lessons. You watch them go with a smile on your face. Now, it's time to go to see your [[father.]] <<elseif $siblings == "dontlovethem">> You don't even bother to acknowledge their existence, and deftly avoid Hagne by stepping to the side and leaving her to stop abruptly to avoid colliding with you. She sticks her tongue out at you and goes back to the others. You can't stand any of your siblings - they're just too annoying and loud to like. Just like Agathon. And yet your mother decided to make four more of them. "What's going on here?" You ask walking a little closer. The horse shifts uncomfortably at your proximity, thumping his hooves on the ground as a warning. You take a step back in order not to make him agitated. "So?" You ask as if nothing happened. "What's going on?" "We're trying to go horseback riding" Philon replies rolling his eyes."It is not obvious?" You just stare. The feeling between you is mutual. "Looks to me like you guys are just bothering the poor animal," you observe smirking now. "I'm sure the Queen will be glad to hear that." Philon clenches his hands into fists. His face filling with an expression identical to Agathon's when he talks to you. "We're not doing anything. Why don't you go away?" Although it seems like a suggestion, he is practically ordering you to leave. "Or what?" You ask lowering your voice. The horse seems to sense the tension in the air and starts trying to break free of Philon's control. "Go away $name! you're scaring our horse," Briallen says placing her hands on her hips in a bizarre imitation of your mother. "Go away! Go away!" The twins sing in unison. You shake your head only feeling even more reason to hate them. There is no way this could ever work. They are so noisy. You have more useful things to do. You turn away leaving them alone there, but on the way you stop to alert the guards and maids to what your siblings are doing in the stables. Now, it's time to go to see your [[father.]] <<elseif $siblings == "pretendegostar">> You quickly fake a smile which she returns, not noticing how it doesn't reach your eyes before slowing down so she doesn't run into you. You can't stand any of your siblings - they're just too annoying and loud to like. Just like Agathon. And yet your mother decided to make four more of them. But you know that, instead of antagonizing them, having them by your side can be useful in the future, and besides, it makes your mother happier with you. That's why you pretend to be a decent and loving towards them. "What's going on here?" you ask walking a little closer to the others. The horse shifts uncomfortably at your proximity, thumping his hooves on the ground as a warning. You take a step back in order not to make him agitated. "So? You ask as if nothing happened."What's going on?" "We're going for a horseback ride" Philon replies "But they don't understand that I have to go first!" "You only say that because you're older!" Briallen rolls her eyes and looks at you "But actually the oldest is $name" "You go?" Theron asks tugging at the hem of your robe to get your attention. You shake your head pushing his hands away so as not to wrinkle or soil your robe. Horses aren't exactly big fans of you. "No, I just came to see you guys before I have to leave to my father's kingdom," you reply and Hagne starts screaming. "No!" Her voice echoes through the stables, and you wait for her to calm down, which it doesn't take long to do when she realizes that none of you show a reaction. You rub your ear, which seems to buzz. "You guys know I have to go, but we can exchange letters and before you know it I'll be back," you promise looking at each of them to make sure they believe you. You never answer their letters and you always have a "great" excuse to do so. "What if the lord vampire won't let you back?" Briallen asks in a whisper as if she fears being overheard by your father. "He knows this is my home too" You calm them down."Besides, I always come back, don't I?" They seem to think for a few seconds before relaxing. "Right" Philon clears his throat."Let's do something together then." You suppress a grimace of annoyance and just smile and nod in agreement. You spend the rest of the hour walking around the castle grounds with your brothers. You hide from the guards in the garden making sure of letting them find your siblings and chasing them out, you pretend to be a monster chasing them down the halls and only stop when even Philon looks pale and scared at your very real display of a monster "bloodthirsty" and you help them steal cookies from the kitchen only to later notify the maids who make them help clean the entire kitchen. "Wow, $name, we always get in trouble with you around" Briallen comments when the maids finally release them. You make the most innocent expression you can. Later, you say goodbye to them as one of the maids escorts them to their classes. You watch them go with a grimace. Relieved to be rid of them. Now, it's time to go to see your [[father.]] <</if>>

<<if $comfy == "pillows">> It was your mother's idea. Concerned about your well-being during your travels, she bought pillows of a significant size covered with the colors of the kingdom — silver and red — made in expensive silk for you. Since then you always take the pillows with you. You would never make such a long journey without it. And hope you never have to. <<elseif $comfy == "book">> You need something to keep you busy while traveling, and Theome isn't always available to chat or play cards so you always carry your favorite collection of books about history, magic and other subjects of your interest. <<elseif $comfy == "blood">> Well, you don't just need blood to survive. Regular food also satisfies you, but blood has a special flavor and appeals to you - plus it works as an energy boost in your system and keeps you full for longer. <<elseif $comfy == "All that">> You'd certainly never give up some of your sources of comfort. Soft, comfortable pillows for your back, your favorite books, and, of course, your favorite snack: Blood! After all, the trip is long. You're a $A. No comfort or luxury is too much. <</if>> "It's time," she announces as the servants walk away. She looks at you with the same expression she always has on these occasions. Affection and concern. "My $S, be careful during your journey" "I will my queen." She scans your face and then glances over her shoulder briefly before continuing to speak. "Don't let your father get into your mind, $name" she takes one of your hands and squeezes it between hers."I know he can be very persuasive when he talks about dominance and power. But there's more to the world than this." You just nod your head. It's not the first time your mother has told you that, and it won't be the last. You're used to hearing these kinds of things about your father, and worse, but you know there's some truth to it. Especially when your father demonstrates that power and dominance is all he cares to talk about when he's with you. But it also cannot be denied that there is a grain of truth in his point of view. Sometimes all people can respect is power. "...Give him my best wishes," she concludes before letting go of your hand and taking a step back. There seems to be a storm in her eyes, an emotion so strong that you feel overwhelmed. Unspoken words echo in the warm air around you. "Is everything okay, mother?" you ask uneasily now. Your mother hesitates, for a moment you think you're going to have an answer, but then you see her straighten up. Her purple gaze turning distant and the majestic expression taking over her features. She looks to you like a ruler now, not a mother. "Send a letter when you reach your destination," she says before turning and walking back into the palace. You blink trying to understand what it was that, but you don't have much time because soon Theome approaches you looking stormy. "Let's go" they don't even wait for your answer before getting into the carriage. And the already long and weird day just gets longer and weirder. In the first hour of travel, nobody says anything. There's only the sound of horses' hooves hitting the road and the low squeak of wheels that only you can hear. At a certain point, this even becomes comforting. Through the window you see the green fields and the forest of the elves being little by little replaced by empty lands that form the desert and in the distance imposing mountains that boldly stretch towards the sky where storm clouds threaten to spoil the perfect blue of the sky. Every now and then you cast quick glances towards Theome who is sitting opposite you looking out the window with a lost expression. Their hands absently run through their impeccable braid. There seems to be something on their mind. Normally, though a little anxious to spend so much time in vampire land, Theome will still talk and play with you. But now they seem bothered to the point of preferring [[silence.]]

Should you ask them if something is wrong or wait for them to open up about it? [[You will only ask because maybe this might be of interest to you]] [[You will break the silence]] [[You'll wait for them to speak]]

While this may have nothing to do with you, Theome may know something you don't. Something important and that can be useful for you to have knowledge about. Time to investigate. "Theome, are you okay? Did something happen?" You ask in the friendliest tone you can put. "I'm sorry I haven't addressed you yet, $name" they shake their head still not looking at you. "It's my parents, they have absurd ideas about ...you and me" "Ah," you say because it's actually not that surprising. Their parents are always trying to control their actions and you, well, you're always in the [[middle]] of something. It doesn't matter if because of your status or your nature "And what is this?"

You've been best friends for years and if something's been bothering them, you want to know it now so you can help out in any way. "Theome, are you okay? Did something happen?" You ask tentatively . "I'm sorry I haven't addressed you yet, $name" they shake their head still not looking at you. "It's my parents, they have absurd ideas about... you and me." "Ah," you say because it's actually not that surprising. Their parents are always trying to control their actions and you, well, you're always in the [[middle]] of something. It doesn't matter if because of your status or your nature. "And what is this?"

You've been best friends for years. If there's something bothering them you know they'll talk to you about it when they're ready. Some time later you hear a heavy sigh and turn your eyes towards them. "I'm sorry I haven't addressed you yet, $name" they say not too long later still not looking at you. "It's my parents, they have absurd ideas about... you and me." "Ah," you say because it's actually not that surprising. Their parents are always trying to control their actions and, you, well, you're always in the [[middle]] of something. It doesn't matter if because of your status or your nature. "And what is this?"

They run their hand over their face, particularly rubbing the forehead area before finally looking in your direction. The golden eyes fixed on you. "During the meeting, you noticed, that they hinted at a marriage alliance between us $name" they start talking faster, non-stop. "I can't say I've never heard this story before, but before today, I thought it was just a fantasy of them. I never thought they'd bring the idea to the Queen, your mother. And I didn't tell you that before, because as I said, I didn't take it seriously. I think they went crazy. I would never dare assume that..." "You talk like they're planning my murder and not a wedding " you try to lighten the mood. But they seem even more distraught than before and open their mouth a few more times before deciding to shut up for sure. You've never seen them so...nervous. You try again, taking a more serious tone. "Well, politically speaking..." Theome cut you off with a heavy look. "I have no interest in getting married for political reasons, $name" their voice is hard now. "There are already many actions done because of politics, my marriage will not be one of them." "As far as I know people in our position don't have much choice in this matter," you remind them not for the first time. They scoff, turning back to look out the window. "I'm glad you think so, because by the rumors at court, you've been betrothed for years to Caemon, your father's second." It hits you like a sword in the stomach. You also avert your eyes to the window. It's not the first time you've heard about this but as far as you know, it's just rumours. Your father never confirmed anything. And he never denied too, if you are honest. You clear your throat. Leaving that line of thought aside for now. "So you are only against get married for political reasons, but not marriage itself, right?" They nod. "Yes, exactly," they settle in the seat and looks back at you. "How about you, $name? What's your thoughts on this?" [["You don't want to get married. No matter the reason."]] [["I will only marry for love. It doesn't matter what form."]] [["I will only marry for political reasons."]] [[You haven't spent much thought on this topic yet, to be honest.]]

Marry? Uh, no thanks. Marriage is not something you wish for yourself or aspire to in your future. It doesn't matter what alliances are offered or obligations to fulfill, or what feelings you may have. You are not getting married. Not now. Not ever. "I don't want to get married, [[Theome.]] No matter the reason." his voice is firm and convinced. No room for argument. Theome smiles at you, a smile of defiance. "Then good luck with that, my friend."

A marriage must be made for more than alliances and contracts. You understand your duty to your kingdoms, but you will not sacrifice every aspect of your life for it. For you, love needs to be the focal point of such a union like marriage. It doesn't matter what anyone else says about it. You will only get married if there is love involved. Even if it's not necessarily a romantic love. "My marriage will be for love, not politics, Theome" They smile at you. "I'm glad you think that too." You smile back at them. [[It's good to know that both of you think the same about it]] [[Would a marriage between you be possible? For sentimental reasons? You think while looking at them ❤️]] [["Maybe we marry each other for the right reasons" you declare not at all shy. ❤️]]

A political marriage is the best way for you to strengthen and form alliances. Furthermore, without the veil of emotions blinding your eyes, you can act with greater clarity when necessary. "My marriage will be a purely political act, Theome. It's my duty to my kingdoms." "If that's what you want, I support your decision. But I won't be your spouse." Everything about them reflects their seriousness and conviction about the decision already made. They don't seem to have yet understood what being who you truly are means. "[[Theome.]]" you have a tongue-in-cheek answer for them.

But suddenly, the carriage stops, causing you to be thrown violently forward and then back again. "What was this?" Theome asks, looking around the carriage and they don't wait for an answer before opening the door and jumping out. You try to see something through the window, but there doesn't seem to be anything but the dirt road and desert as far as the eye can see. The sky now has more clouds, and one of them is particularly dark, covering the sun and making the afternoon dark. Nonetheless, despite the apparent calm, your intuition tells you that something is wrong in the air. Something heavy. Theome returns to the carriage and looks at you gravely. "There's an ambush just ahead, they dropped a huge rock blocking our way," they say. "Could be just road bums wanting easy gold or..." "...or one of my many enemies trying to rip my head off," you complete not all surprised. There must be more bounties on your head across the kingdoms than for thieves and murderers. Theome agree with your words and then begin to draw their sword hidden under their robe. "Can you tell how many and what they are?" You nod and close your eyes, extending your senses to all the space around you. You do just as your father taught you, ignoring your life energy, passing through Theome's familiar and the coachman until you reach the ones that shouldn't be there. One heart...Two... Three...Four...Five...Six. "That's six humans," you inform Theome with relief. "Easy to deal with." "That's what you said last time," they mutter, not too convinced. "Easy." "Let's get this over with," you say, refusing to allow the memories of your last confrontation with humans to come to your mind. The two of you get out of the carriage, and side by side, walk towards the big rock positioned in the middle of the road a few meters ahead. You wonder how humans could have pushed it there... You know that humans have limited strength and even many of them are not exactly capable of great feats. As you get closer, you notice six figures strewn across the road, wearing clothes, shoes, and masks of the same shade as the earth around them, almost like camouflage. Smart. With one well-aimed kick, you turn the rock into thousands of tiny pieces of dust. The crackle and cloud of dust rising in the air are like harbingers of the violence that may soon unfold. For a moment, you know you're the only one who can see clearly through the dust. "Before this becomes a mess, I'd like to give you a chance to leave in peace," you offer. "We're not leaving without what we came for," replies a female voice. Not intimidated at all. "Why don't you try to work if you want gold?" Theome steps forward, hand holding their sword firmly. "Do you think this is worth risking your life for?" A dry laugh fills the now clean air. "We don't want gold, elf," the female voice responds again and the closest figure starts walking towards you with the other five following close behind. "We want blood." And before you can do anything, she is already attacking you. With precision and agility, she is faster than you remember humans to be. You dodge quickly as the dagger she carries passes inches from your arm. Lucky for you... You are you. [[You use your vampire powers to stop the attack]] [[You use your elf magic to stop the attack]] [[You are confident you can beat her hand to hand with a dagger]]

<<if $feelings == "longcrush">> You keep looking at them. Your mind racing with the possibilities. Maybe... on your part and the way you feel about them, a marriage for love wouldn't be impossible. But what about them? Will they ever return your feelings? As the years passed, your hopes rose and fell with each gesture and word exchanged between you. Now you are in a place where you don't know whether to continue entertaining these feelings or not. You try to get a better look at their face...looking for something. Anything that can give you direction. While you do this, their eyes are also scanning your face with a glint you hadn't noticed before. But... "[[Theome.]]..." You start not quite knowing what you're going to say next. <</if>> You keep looking at them. Your mind racing with the possibilities. Maybe... on your part and the way you feel about them, a marriage for love wouldn't be impossible. But what about them? Would they ever return your feelings? As the years passed, your hopes rose and fell with each gesture and word exchanged between you. Now you are in a place where you don't know whether to continue entertaining these feelings or not. You try to get a better look at their face...looking for something. Anything that can give you direction. While you do this, their eyes are also scanning your face with a glint you hadn't noticed before. But... "[[Theome.]]..." You start not quite knowing what you're going to say next.

<<if $feelings == "recentcrush">> These feelings you've been having...which are clearly much more than a simple childhood friendship...you don't really know what to do about them, how to express it, and whether you will have a positive or negative reaction. It feels like you are close but far away. Walking on a tightrope, where if you lose your balance the only thing that will be damaged will be your heart. Still... If you want to do something about these feelings, you can't let situations like this pass you by. You have to try to start checking the terrain around your relationship with Theome. And this is a good time for it. Taking advantage of their attention still on the matter, you clear your throat aloud before declaring: "Maybe, in the end, we can marry each other for the right reasons then." And seeing their eyes widen at your words, you smile even more. "Everything is possible, isn't it?" Slowly, their smile returns, somehow more intimate now, their eyes scanning your face with a new glint you hadn't noticed before. "[[Theome.]]..." You start not quite knowing what you're going to say now, but leaning towards them. <</if>> Taking advantage of their attention still on the matter, you clear your throat aloud before declaring: "Maybe, in the end, we can marry each other for the right reasons then." And seeing their eyes widen at your words, you smile even more. "Everything is possible, isn't it?" Slowly, their smile returns, somehow more intimate now, their eyes scanning your face with a new glint you hadn't noticed before. "[[Theome.]]..." You start not quite knowing what you're going to say now, but leaning towards them.

Fast and brutal. As always happens, it's as if the world around you slows down. Easier to be noticed in the smallest details. You see her raising the dagger towards you again. You can't see all the specific details of her face, just the shapes and contours Underneath the mask...Eyes wide with adrenaline, mouth clamped tightly and a crease on her forehead...concentrating to hit the target that is you. You put your vampire strength and speed to stop and launch a single direct attack at her. One moment you're in front of her, the next, you put a kick in her ribs and throw her to her knees, gasping for air and confused. You turn to the other two thugs who wants to join her in the attack and who are now rushing towards you without any coordination. You allow them to get close enough to you that you can grab them both by the collar of their shirts and slam them against each other. They collapse to the floor, unconscious. But alive. Not long after, Theome also gets rid of their opponents. Their breathing is heavy and their braid is a little less than perfect. They rolls their eyes at you. "Right. I forgot you had these tricks." "Advantage of being a half-vampire." You look at the group on the floor. [["Explain yourself"]]

Fast, easy and clean. You invoke the magic within your being to create a ball of crippling light energy and hurl it towards the woman. Your entire being heats up and lights up as the air around you freezes causing the burst of light. And though the woman is fast, she is no match for the elven magic that hits her and throws her to the ground, dizzy. She looks perplexed, almost comically, as she looks at you with an almost respectful expression. You turn to the other two thugs who wants to join her in the attack and who are now rushing to attack you without any coordination. You repeat the same spell and they collapse beside the woman. You don't need to invent much. Your point is made. Theome also gets rid of their opponents shortly after you do. Their breathing is heavy and their braid is a little less than perfect. "Magic, uh?" They mock. You shrug your shoulders. Theome prefer the sword, you prefer magic. "Advantage of being a half-elf." You look at the group on the floor. [["Explain yourself"]]

You enter in the fight mode instantly. Remembering both the lessons learned from the elven guards and your father. //Watch your opponent.// //Do not expose yourself unnecessarily.// //Be quick and efficient.// She advances towards you, and you study her. She's relying more on the dagger to attack you than on her own body to deliver attacks that could cause you more distraction. In other words, she doesn't care how she hits you, she just wants to do it. She lunges at you. Not paying attention to the ground around her, where the pieces of the rock you kicked moments before can form a slippery carpet for unwary feet. As expected, while you plant your feet on the ground, hers treacherously make her stumble forward without any coordination. You take the opportunity to throw a strong kick at her. You hear a scream of surprise and pain as her body hits the ground. The dagger, once in her hands, now flies to the side of the road, near one of the three thugs dueling with Theome. But it's not over for you yet. The other two thugs who wants to join the woman in the attack are now rushing to attack you without any coordination. They, like you, use only their fists. The difference is that your attacks are accurate and to disable while theirs is just to take out the frustration with the progress of the fight. And while they even managed to land a few punches at you, in the end, your dual training with royal guards and a vampire lord (Not to mention the superior strength and reflexes that you can't just turn off ) allowed you to incapacitate them as well as their leader. Theome also gets rid of their opponents at almost the same time as you. Their breathing is heavy and their braid is a little less than perfect. "Like old times" they look satisfied. "You mean last week?" you ask before turning to the group on the floor. [["Explain yourself"]]

The leader sighs loudly, defeated — but not exactly bothered by the fact. "Right. That didn’t go as planned," she admits, starting to remove her mask. You are surprised to see that she is not much older than you. "But I think that’s what happens when you trust someone wearing a hood in a tavern, right?" "Start talking clearly." Theome points the sword directly at her neck, without any patience to mince words. "Alright, alright." She runs her hand through her messy, sweaty red hair from the fight. Her honey-colored eyes shift between you and Theome. "Some days ago, someone approached me in a tavern on the east side of the mountains." She looks at you meaningfully. "You can assume it was someone who practices magic. No one would be in those parts otherwise." "You were," you point out. She grimaces. "No one without magic but me," she corrects herself. "As I was saying, this person offered me a lot of gold. Enough to hire help to attack a certain target — you — and even more gold if I completed the mission. It seemed simple: ambush someone in the free desert, draw their blood without killing them, and take it back to… hmm… I can’t remember now." She furrows her brow as if trying to see something far away. "Where was it again?" She frowns for a moment longer, then rolls her eyes. "I should have known. Too good to be true. But it was so much gold… And we wouldn’t even need to handle the ambush itself. Just be here on the day and time that person gave us, identify this carriage, and they would take care of everything else." "You were blinded by the gold. You’re lucky to be alive." You don’t feel any pity for her. She brought this upon herself. "A wizard wouldn’t need you to get someone’s blood." Theome’s voice sounds suspicious now. "They could attack on their own." "Unless they didn’t want to be detected or seen," the woman replies with a wide smile, her mood shifting as the conversation goes on. "Only people like that hire me. People who prefer to stay in the shadows. It doesn’t matter how much power they have." A strange feeling takes over you. Something is not right… "What were the exact orders?" you ask, interrupting something Theome was starting to say. "Tell me again." "Surprise you on the road, cut you enough to smear blood on the dagger, and take it to them." She pauses, frowning. "I’m trying to remember what they looked like, but I can’t… I—I can’t even remember where I’m supposed to meet them now." Theome turns to you, lowering the sword. "$name… no one outside the castle knew you would be here today. So how did this person know, probably days in advance, to order this attack? And why just your blood?" You start looking around at the desert and the mountains. At the clouds now completely dark, turning the beautiful summer afternoon into something threatening and suffocating. There may be someone watching you right now. Or… "We shouldn’t stay here much longer, Theome," you say quickly. "We can talk about it at the castle." You look at the woman, who now studies you analytically. "What is your name?" She blinks slowly. "I’m Sostrate," she says, making an awkward bow. "And if, like your friend Theome called you, you’re $name — really $name — then I have no interest in being your enemy." The honey in her eyes gleams with opportunity again. "It wouldn’t be smart to antagonize such a powerful hybrid." "How decent of you," Theome mutters. "And what’s your interest then?" You’ve dealt with other people’s interests — and the possible advantages they could take from you — since you were born. Sostrate is not the first. "I would like to work on your behalf," she announces, and Theome scoffs. "Look, I’m not an idiot. I know your name. You’re the hybrid. A hybrid who is heir to two lands — and with that comes responsibilities that must keep you far too busy to do everything yourself." Her tone softens with sweetness. "How bad would it be for you to have someone as your eyes and ears roaming across the realms, keeping you informed about gossip, intrigue, and plans? Someone in your position needs to know what happens beyond castle walls. I don’t draw attention to myself, I can blend in anywhere, in any realm, and I have people everywhere as well." "Five minutes ago you were trying to kill $them," Theome reminds her coldly. "Actually, I was just trying to injure." Sostrate corrects in the same tone. "That was the only rule: don’t kill. Besides, I can try to find out more about who hired me and tell you everything. What do you think?" "I don’t trust her," Theome declares. "Well, I’m not asking //you// for work." "You—" "Enough!" you interrupt them. You reflect on Sostrate’s words. It’s true that she walks the realms and knows things you don’t, that she hears secrets and could provide you with valuable information. Including about her mysterious contractor. But she is a mercenary. Their loyalty usually doesn’t belong to anyone, and you don’t know how reliable the information would be. Is it worth having her as your ally? [[Yes. Sostrate will work for you now.|13][ $Sostrateally to "my ally"]] [[No. Sostrate is unreliable.|13][ $Sostrateally to "notmyally"]]

<<if $Sostrateally == "my ally" >> Although the offer has its risk, it has too many advantages to be passed up. Staying behind the walls of your castle protects you but also leaves you out of matters that involve more than what reaches the council tables. Matters that could cost you your existence... how many other plans are out there against you? How many...? But at the same time...how much can you trust Sostrate? Someone whose moral compass follows whoever has the most gold? Of course you can't trust her or every piece of information that comes her way unless, of course, you can verify it. You also have the means to know if she tries to betray you. And if by chance, she really proves loyal and on your side.. then, maybe, your relationship will become one of trust at some point. But to do that you have to take the first step. "Sostrate," you begin. "Your offer is generous and I'll accept it. But keep in mind that I don't tolerate betrayal or any attempt to try to take advantage of me, you understand? And I'll know if you even think about trying that." She nods in understanding. Her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'll show you I'm worthy of your trust, $name" she promises. "You can count on me." "It's Your highness, for you." Theome says through gritted teeth, obviously not happy with your decision. "Yes, of course" Sostrate mutters ignoring them. "You can go now...Along with them," you say pointing to the other bandits. "But make sure they don't say anything about it" She nods again, this time more solemnly. "Count on me, Your highness." "It's decided then." You turn to go back to your carriage. "I have [[no]] interest in continuing this mess." <<elseif $Sostrateally == "notmyally">> Staying behind the walls of your castle protects you but also leaves you out of matters that involve more than what reaches the council tables. Matters that could cost you your existence... how many other plans are out there against you? How many...? But at the same time...how much can you trust Sostrate? Someone whose moral compass follows whoever has the most gold? While you can see the appeal in her offer, there are many risks to accepting it. Risks you don't want to take. Furthermore, you can obtain information in another way and from safer sources. "Sostrate", you start. "Your offer is generous, but I must decline. I am not comfortable having someone I don't know or trust acting on my behalf." She nods in understanding. "I can understand it," she replies and her expression hides any real emotion at her words. "That's very wise of you I must say." Theome looks visibly relieved. "You are free to go...with your mates." You add before turning to go back to carriage. "I have [[no]] interest in continuing this mess." "But we'll see again, your highness." Sostrate's voice reaches you clear as a promise. <</if>>

As you enter the carriage, you notice that Theome holds Sostrate's dagger. "I will analyze this with magic when we reach your father's kingdom," they explain guessing your question. "Until then, I hope there are no more incidents coming our way." "I hope that too," your voice sounds uncertain as the carriage starts moving again and raindrops begin to hit the carriage's roof. You try not to think about why someone would want your blood. Different people of different species have tried to take a lot of things from you...but never blood (literally speaking) But now there's someone still unknown, walking freely without you know what are they plans... And there's nothing you can do right now about it. You close your eyes and try to relax enough to make it to the castle without looking rattled. That would raise questions you don't know if you want to answer yet. The rest of the trip goes without incident. The rain and wind gather strength along the way.<<if $comfy == "pillows">> You use your pillows to snuggle up and take a long nap.<<elseif $comfy == "book">> You start reading one of your books to pass the time.<<elseif $comfy == "blood">> You drink the blood to quench your thirst while waiting for the journey to end. <<elseif $comfy == "All that">> You take a long nap, snuggled into your fluffy pillows, then, when thirst strikes, you use your travel-prepared blood, taking small, satisfied sips as you return to reading one of your books. And there's still more road ahead. <</if>> Hours after some quick chats with Theome, card games and the incessant sound of rain, you begin to recognize the rain-smeared landscape. The desert with endless mountains gives way to the green of a dark and silent forest, then to houses made of stone without windows lining narrow, sloping streets that end in tall gates of dark iron with sharp points extending long like spikes. As your carriage approaches, the gates open, and the carriage passes along a tiled path surrounded by gardens. But at a certain point, the horses refuse to continue the path. They stop midway. "I think that's my cue," Theome mutters closing their eyes and after a moment the horses start walking again. "Poor creatures, they are terrified," they comment sympathetically. A few minutes later, the rain begins to subside and the carriage pulls up in front of stone steps leading up to double doors made of thick wood. "I don't feel my father," you mumble, jumping out of the carriage, curious. Your father always, for as long as you can remember, waited for you by the doors. "Maybe he doesn't want to get wet," suggests Theome not very convincingly. "I'll accompany the coachman and the horses to make sure everything goes well, I'll meet you later," they say giving you a supportive smile before closing the carriage door. You look around. You don't feel anyone. Your father did not come to receive you. Right. It's all right. No problem at all. You sigh deeply and start walking up the steps towards the doors. Thunders begins to rumble just above your head. You're almost at the top when you hear a familiar voice calls out from behind you. "$A, $name" Oh, no.. You turn to find Caemon standing behind you, an unhospitable smile on his face. But the usual arrogance present. "Caemon," you reply straightening your posture as his dark eyes scan you up and down. He's wearing black travel clothes that are wet from the rain. Leather gloves cover his hands that hold a tightly wrapped package. His straight, dark hair is wet and kept away from his face. You examine him too. Caemon is your father's right hand. The second in command of the kingdom, he knows things even you don't. And he doesn't get tired of reminding you of that or insinuating that your future government will be a disaster if you don't convince him to be your right hand too. Unlike the other vampires who already like and admire you and expect to see you on the throne, Caemon still expects you to prove something to him. "Where is my father?" you ask tired of this game of stare each other. "Busy" "With what?" You ask squinting your eyes. What could have happened to keep him so busy that he wouldn't come to receive you? "You'll have to ask him, $a." Caemon's answer makes you feel frustration build up inside you and bubble up. "It seems you don't have much to say" you turn your back to him. Not letting him see your face anymore. "Goodbye" You start walking the last few steps and Caemon follows behind you. You can feel his eyes still on you. "What?" You find yourself asking annoyed. There's nothing good to look forward to when he starts staring at you longer than usual. "I was just watching the kingdom's future" He starts walking beside you now and you look at him. He's not looking at you anymore, his eyes are fixed on the doors. "I hope this isn't a disaster." "What?" you ask without hiding the offended tone in your voice. You always end up hearing one of those things when you're around him. "Do you think you could do better?" He turns to look at you, a cocky half smile on his lips. "Only time will tell, Ykae" Although his air is still haughty, his voice has an oddly soft and sympathetic tone now. "Soft and sympathetic" are things you've never associated with Caemon before. "What does 'Ykae' mean?" you ask ignoring the rest of what he said. If he's trying to provoke you this won't work, at least not until you talk to your father. Also, you are genuinely curious about what "ykae" means. You've studied vampire language since you were a kid but you don't remember hearing that word before. He doesn't answer you and when you get close to the doors he pushes one of them and gestures for you to enter first. "Welcome home, $a" Again there's a genuine tone to his voice that you don't remember hearing before, at least not being directed at you. You don't know if you should be scared, suspicious or grateful. You look closely at him as you pass through the door. [[You don't like him. Someday, you'll get rid of him.|14][ $Cfeeling to "rival"]] [[You hope that, maybe, one day you can be friends or get on better terms.|14][ $Cfeeling to "neutral"]] [[Uh, what's that feeling in your stomach?🖤.|14][ $Cfeeling to "love"]]

<<if $Cfeeling == "rival" >> Whenever you think of Caemon, the first thing you feel is contempt and intense dislike. And this has been going on since you were a child. It seems like no matter what you do, there's no way things can be any different between you. And maybe it's better this way since he's always implying that he's better than you. Always acting like he's superior...one day, you'll show him what you're capable of, once and for all. And there will be no going back from this. "After you" [[he]] gestures when you look away. <<elseif $Cfeeling == "neutral">> Even though the situation between you has never been very friendly and you basically have an impenetrable barrier that prevents you from taking the next step towards friendship or any more positive relationship, you hope that one day you can become friends. Or something at least more civil. For the good of the kingdom. Until then, you have to at least try. "After you" [[he]] gestures when you look away. <<elseif $Cfeeling == "love">> The only thing you ever felt for Caemon was annoyance. As if he only existed to provoke you into the strongest feelings of anger and frustration. The insinuations about your "obvious" failure as an heir, the constant comments about you having to prove yourself to him... But now, here, in this moment where the rain starts to fall harder on both of you. Where for the first time he seems genuine as he welcomes you... You can't help but look into his eyes. Two dark and mysterious wells that at first never revealed anything to you. No apparent thoughts or emotions...but now, now you can see something else there, a hidden fire that seems to be burning you and that makes your pulse rise and something stir in your stomach. "$A?" He catches your eye with an amused tone in his voice, but his eyes still seem intense. "My apologies," you say shaking your head to chase away the feeling that has washed over you. "After you" [[he]] gestures when you look away. <</if>>

"I'll take you to your father" Caemon says as soon as you enter the castle. Unlike your mother's castle which have bright colors and luxury throughout. Your father never showed any interest in changing the castle's raw stone walls decorated only with pictures of battles and torches lit. Surely the most striking feature there are the stained glass windows in the throne room with images that refer to your ancestors. But even with the lack of details, you feel a certain safety in walking through these long, cold and impersonal hallway. It's your home, after all. Caemon guides you to the room used for the preparation of ceremonies - normally, your father provides a ball a few days after your arrival in the kingdom. But that never stopped him from receiving you. As you approach the room the in and out of servants becomes almost alarming. The door is open, and you can hear your father's voice giving orders. Caemon rushes in first than you and you follow close behind. The ceremonial room has even more servants than you thought. They run around hanging banners, arranging flowers, cleaning windows and arranging huge rows of chairs. Your father appraises everything with a sharp look-ready to give the next order. Caemon hands him the package, and your father thanks him before turning to you with a huge smile on his face. Like all vampires descended directly from their creator, your father has red eyes. His hair as black as midnight shines emitting a bluish aura. Even in an unofficial moment he still looks sovereign and majestic. "$name!" He says extending his free hand to you. You hold his hand, feeling him intertwine his cold fingers with yours "Have you had a good travel?" "Yeah, you could say that," you reply remembering Sostrate. "Excellent! And where's the other one?" he asks referring to Theome. "They'll be joining us soon" You look around again."So, what's this all about? Don't tell me it's all for the Ball." Your father laughs, the sound echoing through the room and making some servants look at you. "Not just a Ball, my child," he lets go of your hand and begins to unwrap the package Caemon has reached for him. "Look at this" You watch as your father slowly reveals the contents - Caemon keeps his eyes fixed on your face and you get the feeling that something much bigger is happening. When the last piece of paper is ripped off you see that your father is holding a crown in his hands - the crown is made entirely of white crystals and has a single ruby in the center. You swallow. "That is...?" "Exactly," he says confirming your thoughts. "This is your crown. And in two days you will wear it as you is crowned the official heir to my kingdom and future $C of all vampires." Uh, now you really have a problem. A [[big]] problem.

CHAPTER TWO It looks like a staring contest. Two opponents sitting on different sides of the table. On one side, your father. Totally calm and comfortable. Sipping lazily from his cup. On the other side, you. Wondering how exactly you're going to tell him that you have no intention of being crowned his heir in the next few days. The only sound in the room is the crackling fire in the fireplace - But you can also hear the sounds that reverberate throughout Castle. Servants, guards, lords and ladies of the court...Even Theome humming in their room. "My dear $S" Your father finally speaks as he gives you a gentle smile. "All the time we spend together is very precious to me. But I have other things that require my attention at the moment, would you like to talk about what is bothering you at the moment ? Or can we finish here?” "We cannot" You respond immediately. He raises an eyebrow at you but doesn't say anything, instead he takes another sip from his cup. It's now or never. You need to start talking or he'll get up and walk away. You've seen him do this several times with the others. Your father is very good at ignoring things. "Earlier today, my mother gave me six months to decide whether I will be officially presented as heir to the elven throne. I thought I would have the same time to decide on your throne" you tell him. "She gave you a choice, huh?" He doesn't seem impressed or surprised by this. But you notice that his eyes narrow unpleasantly. Before you can respond he quickly stands up and walks around the table until he is standing just a few steps away from you. "There is no choice to be made, $name. Your mother is being naive and making you blind if you believe this nonsense." His tone is firm, serious, and harsher than you've ever heard him before (at least when directed at you). "You will be $C. It doesn't matter what you think or want. This is not up for discussion." You just stare at him. Not knowing how to react to his words. You expected a reaction, of course, but this is going beyond what you imagined. "So my will doesn't count?" When you speak your voice doesn't sound like yours. It feels more stable and controlled. Completely opposite of how you feel. "Will you force the crown on my head no matter what I decide?" "....if to ensure your safety than I will." His expression begins to slowly change before your eyes. He gives a faint smile. "Do you trust me, $S?" That's a strange question. Your father never asked about any of your feelings towards him. Not as a father or even as a leader. But now...his words seem to dig a hole in your mind. Do you trust him? [[Of course I do.]] [[At this moment I don't know.]] [[No...I don't. I can't]]

Nira

Heir of Light and Blood

You and Theome often don't agree on the same things, which is completely normal, but you have to admit that it's comforting when you have the same view on a certain subject. Especially when it's something serious. "I hope our parents end up thinking that way too, [[Theome.]] They don't seem very convinced of this but they give you a smile that doesn't reach their eyes. "We will see"

<<if $feelings == "fake friends" >> Of all the things in your head, marriage is still not one of them. You're not sure how you feel about it yet, and giving a definite answer now is not something you can or want to do, to be honest. And even if that were the case, they would be the last elf to whom you would say that. Their "friendship" could sometimes be somewhat inconvenient. You look at Theome and try to choose your words in a way that doesn't sound too harsh, after all, you can't afford to lose this bond. "I'd rather we talk about another topic now if you don't mind," you say, letting your expression become somewhat vague. They are smart, they will notice... "Of course," they say in a softer tone. "Let's leave that aside." "Thank you, [[Theome.]]" <<elseif $feelings == "realfriends" >> Of all the things in your head, marriage is still not one of them. You're not sure how you feel about it yet, and giving a definite answer now is not something you can or want to do, to be honest. But of course if you had a fully formed opinion Theome would be the first to know. You share everything with each other. "I haven't thought about it yet" you admit "Any answer from me now wouldn't exactly be the truth." "I see" They say looking back at the window "At least you're not being hasty in your opinion" "Thank you, [[Theome.]]" <</if>>

You don't need to think about it too much. Of course you trust your father. With your life. You know he loves you and you love him too you also know that one of the things that moves him most is power and control. And at the end of the day, you're not just another piece in the vampire game. You are his blood. The future of the kingdom and his family. He would never do anything to hurt or harm you. Even when making decisions on your behalf. And that would never change. "Of course I trust you father" You say. "I'm happy to have your trust and I won't waste it." he says and then adds "It is in the name of this trust that I need you to do as I say, $name." "Why?" "There are things happening...plans being made with the intention of reaching our kingdom. You and me. We need to demonstrate [[unity]] and strength... crowning you will be a symbol of this unity and stability" "Father..." You really need him to start being more direct now. "Tell me what's going on. Help me understand you"

It's hard to admit this but...at this moment you don't know how to answer his question. You know he loves you and you love him too...but you know that one of the things that moves him most is power and control. And at the end of the day, you're just another piece in the vampire game. But at the same time...he never gave any sign that he was going to do anything to harm you. Even when making decisions on your behalf. But could this change in the future? "I'm sorry, father" You say, choosing not to lie to him. "I don't know if I can trust you at this moment." He doesn't seem angry, upset or sad at your words. He just nods. "Wise of you. Your grandma would love to hear that," he says and then adds "There will be a day when your opinion will be more solid. Until then, I need you to do as I say, $name." "Why?" "There are things happening...plans being made with the intention of reaching our kingdom. You and me. We need to demonstrate [[unity]] and strength... crowning you will be a symbol of this unity and stability" "Father..." You really need him to start being more direct now. "Tell me what's going on. Help me understand you"

It's sad to even have to admit this, but you don't trust your father. You know he loves you and you love him too...but you know that one of the things that moves him most is power and control. And at the end of the day, you're just another piece in the vampire game. You can't really trust that he has your best interests in mind when he makes decisions on your behalf. "I'm sorry, father" You say, choosing not to lie to him. "I do not trust you." He doesn't seem angry, upset or sad at your words. Instead, he gives you a sharp smile and you can almost see a gleam of pride in his red eyes. "Your grandma would love to hear that," he says and then adds "There will be a day when your opinion will change. Until then, I need you to do as I say, $name." "Why?" "There are things happening...plans being made with the intention of reaching our kingdom. You and me. We need to demonstrate [[unity]] and strength... crowning you will be a symbol of this unity and stability" "Father..." You really need him to start being more direct now. "Tell me what's going on. Help me understand you"

"There's a shadow above our kingdom. Vultures are dancing with us," he starts to walk around the room and you follow him with your eyes. "My spies have been reporting troubling things to me, son. Things that are happening on our border. Right under our noses!" You remain silent, waiting for him to say what he has to say. But with every word, a restless instinct of discomfort wraps around your chest like a steel chain. "The witches. They are up to something. I can feel it. The magic near our border is getting stronger and stronger; the guards have been feeling uncomfortable while patrolling there. Almost as if they were running away from there. And an unguarded border..." It's an invitation to invasions. Even more so if your neighbors are unhappy with the size of the territory you occupy. You've heard about the war of the red roses. That happened many years ago... It all started with the first vampire in your bloodline. He wanted the other races to submit to him, but that wasn't the worst thing he had intentions of doing. He was also kidnapping different beings and doing horrendous experiments on them. Until the witches decided to put an end to the situation and this led to the start of a war that almost decimated everyone. The rivalry between witches and Vampires was never the same. It became a thousand times worse, more deadly, and treacherous. The witches insist that your great-grandfather stole part of their territory, and they want it back. The vampire monarchs, like your father, grandmother, and others before them, are not willing to give in to that. Not without another war. A war that could end all of you once and for all. So they continue this endless dance... where one wrong move could mean the end. But that still doesn't explain why your father wants to crown you now. Does he think this could intimidate them? Is this another step in this dance? "And do you think that appointing me as heir will change that?" Your voice has a slightly skeptical tone. Witches aren't exactly known for being easy to intimidate or put down. "That'll give them something to consider, don't you think? They are comfortable because they know the enemy. Our weaknesses and skills. They even imagine that they already know how we should act. But you... you... are something else." He looks at you with pride. As if you were an object of conquest. "You are something never seen. You have powers that defy anything known before. You are the most powerful thing among us." He gives you time to absorb his words before talking again. "Seeing you make such a strong commitment to our kingdom will make them rethink whatever they're planning... Nothing is more dangerous or scary than the unknown. Than you" So you are definitely being used. Or rather, what you appear to be to others. Something scary, unknown and powerful. [[And you like this definition about yourself]] [[And you hate that definition about yourself]] [[You're not sure how you feel about this.]] [[You don't care about that. Let them think what they want]]

That's...you're not comfortable with people thinking that about you. With them having that impression of you. You can't do anything about who you are or your powers. And the fear...Just because you are something no one has ever seen before or have different powers... You hate it. They're not even giving you a chance. If they're going to fear you, well, at least let you give them a reason first. "Any personal feelings you have about being named right now don't matter. Not at this moment, not when we could be going to war." Your father approaches you again. This time when he speaks, his tone of voice is softer, calmer, and more conciliatory. "Do what I'm asking you to do and we'll talk about it again when it's all over. [[I promise.]]

It's good to be known as something powerful but you don't know if you like the fact that there are people who actually fear you for that or because you are something...new. Different. It's not like you did anything to cause all this fear in them. You didn't even make any strong demonstration of your abilities. Or tried to attack them. You are being judged prematurely. "Any personal feelings you have about being named right now don't matter. Not at this moment, not when we could be going to war." Your father approaches you again. This time when he speaks, his tone of voice is softer, calmer, and more conciliatory. "Do what I'm asking you to do and we'll talk about it again when it's all over. [[I promise.]]

You can't change who you are. Your blood, your powers, your nature. Everything that makes you this...a hybrid. You also can't change how others see you or react to you. If they want to be afraid because you're different, then, well, let it be that way. You couldn't care less about that. "Any personal feelings you have about being named right now don't matter. Not at this moment, not when we could be going to war." Your father approaches you again. This time when he speaks, his tone of voice is softer, calmer, and more conciliatory. "Do what I'm asking you to do and we'll talk about it again when it's all over. [[I promise.]]

And now, here you are, in front of the large mirror adorning the wall of your chambers, using the colors of the vampire kingdom to further establish your love and dedication to the crown. "Turn right, Your Highness," the voice of one of the servants penetrates your reverie, and you obey. The fabric wrapping your body rustles. [[It is a dress made to show off all the glory and wealth of the crown.]] [[It is a tunic made to show all the glory and wealth of the crown.]] [[It is a garment to show off all the glory and wealth of the crown.]]

This stirs something in you. Something that gives you satisfaction. You like it when others find you powerful, when they don't know what to expect from you. Or what you are. That they are even afraid of your name. This works as well as anything else. "Any personal feelings you have about being named right now don't matter. Not at this moment, not when we could be going to war." Your father approaches you again. This time when he speaks, his tone of voice is softer, calmer, and more conciliatory. "Do what I'm asking you to do and we'll talk about it again when it's all over. [[I promise.]]

"What if this won't work?" "It will give us time at least. To act once and for all, and we will show no mercy. Not again." You look into his eyes. He seems certain, convinced of what will come. And that you talked about it again. "It's your duty $name." There's something in his voice that shakes you inside. A dormant feeling. An ancient one. That seems to awaken little by little with each word he speaks. "You can't let an entire kingdom suffer because of your personal desires and wishes. Being royalty means first of all serving. Even your mother knows that." "My mother..." You begin, only to be interrupted by your own thoughts. Because...That is, isn't it? Everything you were raised, educated and trained to do was to serve the crown. Both the vampires and the elves and now it's taking its toll. You can't get away from it. At least not now. If your father is right and a war is to be drawn, you know which side you have to be on and if in the end, yours wins, then maybe you can make things go the right way. And if no war happens then it will be even easier for you to express your true will. <<if $Future == "elven kingdom">> The only [[crown]] you want to wear is the one from the elf kingdom. However, you understand that you also have a commitment to your father's kingdom, and you will fulfill it until you have the chance to make your opinion and wishes heard and heeded. <<elseif $Future == "vampire kingdom">> You understand that you have a commitment to your father's kingdom, your kingdom, and you will fulfill it. The only [[crown]] you want to wear is the one from the vampire kingdom. But in the right way. With your opinion being taken into consideration. <<elseif $Future == "wantboth">> You want to rule the kingdom of elves and vampires but you don't want anyone giving you an ultimatum to do so or under false pretenses. You want to do it your way and in your time. The [[crown]] you wear will be because of your choice and not that of others. <<elseif $Future == "nokingdom">> You do not wish to govern. Or wear a [[crown]]. It doesn't matter what kingdom it is. Power is not something you crave, nor is the responsibility of being a ruler. But you understand that you have a commitment to your father's kingdom and you will fulfill it. Until you can completely detach yourself from the duties of the crown. <<elseif $Future == "dontknow">> This is a strange situation. You're about to wear a [[crown]]. A crown you don't even know if you want. A crown you thought you'd have time to decide on. But it feels like there really is something forcing you to make a decision. And soon. If you could choose now, however, you would keep thinking about it. And maybe that's the problem. You can no longer just think about what you want to do. You have to do it. Now, of course you understand that you have a commitment to your father's kingdom and you will fulfill it. And who knows? Maybe you'll finally find out if this is your true calling or not. Your destiny, as they like to say. <</if>>

The dress is a stunning display of rich velvet and shimmering silk in the royal colors of red and black. Adorned with intricate embroidery and delicate beads. The corset in deep crimson red, adorned with black lace and velvet trim highlighting its shape. The sleeves that seem to flutter are made of sheer black fabric that allows your skin to breathe. The skirt is a sea of swirling red and black patterns, cascading in luxurious folds that gather at your feet. Every step you take sends ripples of fabric creating a hypnotizing effect as you move. [[Completing]] your outfit is a long cape covering your back, the cape is made of luxurious black velvet, lined with soft red fabric. The cape is fastened around your neck with a shiny silver clasp.

The tunic sits proudly on your shoulders, the red heavy velvet fabric drapes elegantly over your frame, its weight a physical reminder of the weight of responsibility you carries now. The sleeves are adorned with intricate black trim and the high collar rises majestically around your neck, framing your face. [[Completing]] your outfit is a long cape covering your back, the cape is made of luxurious black velvet, lined with soft red fabric. The cape is fastened around your neck with a shiny silver clasp.

The tunic is fluid and made of rich velvet in a deep shade of red, adorned with intricate embroidery and black finishes. It has a high collar and long, voluminous sleeves that taper at your wrists. There is a pair of tailored trousers in a sleek black fabric, adorned with discreet red details along the seams completing the tunic. The pants are fitted at your waist and hips, flowing into wide legs. [[Completing]] your outfit is a long cape covering your back, the cape is made of luxurious black velvet, lined with soft red fabric. The cape is fastened around your neck with a shiny silver clasp.

//"There's one more thing I need you to do" Again the memory of your father's request comes back to you as the servants finish preparing you for the ceremony.// //"You, as a representative of the kingdom, will go in my place to the meeting of the seven nations. It's an excellent opportunity for everyone, including the witches, to see that you will officially inherit the crown."// //"This year they will be responsible for receiving the heirs and representatives of the seven most powerful kingdoms. They will be very busy trying to make a good impression and gain allies...it's your opportunity "// //"To what?" You ask careful.// //"Observe. For now. Anything that might be useful to us in the future."// You take a deep breath, aligning your shoulders. In the mirror, your reflection has a distant, calm expression. [[And that's exactly how you feel]] [[But that's not how you feel]]

You already accepted that this is your reality now. There's no going back. No matter what emotions, questions, or doubts you may have. You have to stand firm and show everyone that everything is under control and as it should be. And most importantly, that you are okay. Furthermore, you doubt [[that]] anyone really cares about how you are feeling.

Your mind is a mess of emotions, questions and doubts. You can't stop thinking. So you just continue on automatic - letting them lead you as you try to organize your thoughts. You don't let it show in your expression, of course. You can't. It's not the posture that is expected of you. Furthermore, you doubt [[that]] anyone really cares about how you are feeling right now.

The corridors of the castle look different now as you walk through them. It's as if you were seeing them for the first time - every stone, every sound your feet make as they touch the ground. Even the sound of the guards' armor behind you sounds different from the previous times you heard it. The golden light coming in through the windows above completes the image with an almost dreamlike air. You could be dreaming right now. A real and endless dream. And you keep walking until you reach the end of it. You stop and the guards behind you do the same - in front of you now are double wooden doors that are closed and guarded by two guards wearing black and shiny armor. Behind the doors, you can feel the pulsating energy of the many vampires waiting for you. Waiting to witness the future of the kingdom being sealed. You take a deep breath. //"What about my mother?"// //"I'll talk to her"// "Open the door" you say to the guards. The creaking of wood being moved caused the vampires within the hall to immediately fall silent. Slowly, you started walking into the hall. The black carpet that stretches from the door to your father's throne is thick and muffles the sound of your feet. The vampires standing on both sides form a corridor crowded with expectant faces and proud expressions. From the ceiling, banners representing the kingdom hang. Printed on the banners is the symbol of the kingdom - A chalice filled with blood, with the design of the liquid realistically dripping on the edges in a bright red and appetizing tone. The dark chalice has intricate designs and swirls that look like silver veins covering the entire surface. You keep your eyes fixed ahead on the throne where your father is seated, also looking at you. He wears a long, red velvet cape that envelops his whole body, and above the left side of his chest there is a pendant in the shape of a black drop made of onyx. Behind him, the tall stained glass windows shine even more brightly with the sunlight that hits them - the images of all those who have sat on the throne before becoming even more prominent to everyone's eyes. You stop a few steps away from your father and bow until he rises from the throne. "$A $name" his voice echoes loud and clear and effortless. "You have the blood of the first vampire to walk the world. You descend from the strongest lineage that has ever existed and continues to exist over the centuries. You are the $A of the realm. And as such, hold your head up high." You obey looking directly into your father's eyes. His expression is solemn and focused - almost distant. As he looks at you, he gestures quickly and in a heartbeat one of the guards is beside him - holding a cup like the symbol of the kingdom, full of a blood whose smell is everything to you - less appetizing. It's very sweet... it immediately repels you. You use all your control not to wrinkle your nose. Your father hands you the cup. "Drink from the blood of those who brought you to this moment. Who fought, defended and honored the throne that you will occupy after me." He hands you the cup and you hold it, feeling your fingers grow cold to the touch. All eyes are on you. You obey. Feeling the thick liquid burning down your throat with each drop feels like your body is engulfed in flames that your own blood is fire. It's not sweet at all. "May the power of the ancestors be with you in your future government and as an official and decreed $E to the vampire throne." You hand the cup back to him. Your ears buzzing. Your hands trembling. "Now it's your turn to share. With your subjects." Another cup appears in your field of view. This time, an empty and much larger crystal cup than a regular cup. "Your blood for loyalty and strength." You offer your hand, palm up, and as quickly as a breath, your father makes a deep cut on it. Your blood flows directly into the cup, abundantly, until it is completely full. You hold the cup with both hands and turn to face the vampires who are staring back at you - with respect and longing. You walk until you are under the carpet again and then - one by one - the vampires come closer to take a sip of your blood. Straight from the cup. You remain immobile, gaze fixed into the distance as they continue until the cup is empty. "Our $A. Our future." They chant in unison. And everyone bows to you. Except them, in the background, Theome, wearing a dark robe and without any chill looks at you with an expression of deep regret. You turn back to your father who now holds your crown of $E. Without further ado, he places it on your head and gives you a half smile, his eyes regaining their usual sparkle. The crown weighs more than you imagined - perhaps it's a glimpse of your future responsibilities. "Eternal shall be your rule" He bows to you - for a brief moment before the other vampires echo his words. [["Eternal shall be your rule!"]]

"Aessa has prospered a lot in recent years" You hear Caemon's voice but your attention remains focused on the landscape outside the carriage. "Good for them" you mutter absently. "Very diplomatic of you" His ironic tone snaps you out of your reverie. "Maintain exactly this stance and we will go very far during the Seven Nations Convention." "What do you expect me to say?" "It's what I hope you do, your highness." "Both of you," Theome interrupts and you turn your attention to them, who is rubbing their forehead. "You're giving me a headache." "You should have stayed in the castle, elf." Caemon doesn't even bother looking in Theome's direction as he speaks. "Weren't you...busy with some magic?" Theome's shoulders tense. "That's hardly any of your concern." "An elf practicing magic within the royal castle is a problem for any vampire who cares about the well-being of the kingdom, don't you think, $A? [["What Theome is doing is not your concern." You are not in the mood for his provocations.]] [["I have full knowledge of Theome's actions, don't worry about it." You try to respond as delicately as possible, understanding where he's coming from.]] [[You simply stare at him. A silent warning to let the subject go. You are not in the mood for it right now.]] [[You just stare at him. For longer than necessary 🖤]]

What a... Again Caemon seems to not miss an opportunity to try to raise doubts about how dedicated to the kingdom - and its security - you are. And now he seems to have even more ammunition for that since Theome was indeed using magic in the castle. Because of Sostrate, or rather her dagger. But he can't really think that Theome is a threat to the kingdom or would do something reckless. He's just trying to provoke you, tease you until you tell him what this is all about. Does he really think you'll fall for it? Insulting. "What Theome is doing is not your concern." You tell him without any patience for games. "They are following my orders" you add in a definitive tone. Caemon holds your gaze for a moment longer before looking over at Theome - his expression becoming dark. "As you wish, $A" [[You sigh.]]

It has been less than half a day since you officially became the $E to the throne and you are already jolting in a carriage towards your first royal commitment. Your father hurried you, in the midst of the festivities, to start your journey to the kingdom of witches so that you would not arrive even a second late. You did not even enjoy your own party. Or had time to speak alone with Theome. Flanking the carriage are your royal guards - accompanying you with all the pomp and intimidation possible. They are like dark but deadly blurs brandishing the kingdom's banner for all to see. Which is perfect since you need to arrive in the kingdom in a show of power. You need to send a clear message to the witches: the vampires are stronger than ever. The pendant attached to your clothes - on the left side of your chest - in the shape of a vivid red drop of blood seems to open a hole in your skin reminding you of the size of your responsibilities. "Back to the point" Caemon's voice now has a new tone, more conciliatory. Almost friendly. "You need to get more allies on our side and remind the old ones why they joined us. That is our main goal here. We have to consider that the witches are already doing this and they are not going to play fair, which is another point of attention for you." He leans forward and lowers his voice as if he didn't want to be heard by anyone but you. "They will try to mess with your perception, probe you and test you. It's a great opportunity for them. Be vigilant. Don't get distracted and, above all, keep your guards close." "You know that we can't take guards inside their home," Theome interrupts, also leaning towards the conversation. "How do you expect $name not to separate from the guards?" Caemon takes a deep breath as if he were fighting something strongly. He doesn't look at Theome when he responds. "Even though our $A hasn't turned the vampires who accompany us, she can still maintain an open line of mental communication with them and, as a rule of our hostesses, $their can take one of them with $them. Therefore, elf, once inside, spread out. The closer we stick together, the worse it will be." Theome runs their hand through their hair tied in an elaborate high and firm bun, for a moment you think they're going to undo the hairstyle. "So we should blindly obey you, is that it?" "I don't expect you to understand, elf. It's not your realm that is steps away from a war." The vampire's voice in front of you is now cold and hard. "In case you have forgotten, $name is not only the $S but also the $E. And must do what is necessary to protect and help the realm and that means listening to $their advisors. Regardless of any personal opinion that may exist." [["Tell me more," you ask, seeing the logic in his words.]] [[You give him a nod encouraging him to continue. You see the logic behind his words.]] [["Thank you for the advice but I will do as I see fit." You say acknowledging the logic in his words but also wanting to have your own way of dealing with things.]] [["Thank you for the advice. Can we change the subject now?" You say, acknowledging the logic in his words but already having heard enough about it.]] [[You look away again at the window. Ending the subject. You've heard enough.]]

Oh...here you go again. Again Caemon seems to not miss an opportunity to try to raise doubts about how dedicated to the kingdom - and its security - you are. And now he seems to have even more ammunition for that since Theome was indeed using magic in the castle. Because of Sostrate, or rather her dagger. But Caemon also knows that Theome would never use magic to harm the vampire kingdom or you. He just wants to provoke you until you let something slip that satisfies his curiosity. Does he really think you'll fall for it? Insulting. You stare back at him. This time with no patience or intention of hiding what you think. You're not going to say anything to him, that's none of his business and - if he's smart - he'll stop asking questions. His gaze scans your face before moving to Theome's, where a clear expression of antagonism sets in. "Very well then, $A" [[You sigh.]]

You can't deny - despite the obvious teasing tone in Caemon's voice, he's right. Any magic done in the kingdom that does not come directly from you must and should be considered as a potential risk, but at the same time, Caemon is not foolish. He knows that Theome would never act against the vampire kingdom, especially if it affects you, so he is probably just trying to provoke you to find out what is really going on. But does he really think you would fall for something like that? And reveal about Sostrate and the dagger? About what Theome is doing? That is somewhat insulting. Deeply insulting. You keep looking at him - his perfectly combed back hair, his dark eyes, his straight, perfect features. Sitting there like he is the highest authority, but yet, while he's also looking at you...There's something in his eyes, in the curve of his mouth... Like he is scanning every corner of your soul back. Trying to figure something out. And leaving behind a new and, dare you say, pleasant trail of warmth. Well, that's new... "I have full knowledge of Theome's actions, don't worry about it," You hear yourself saying. You need to say something and stop staring too. "They are following my orders," you add more firmly and definitively. He smiles at you the slightest. "As you wish, my $A" You nod at him and then [[You sigh.]]

He is right. You cannot deny that. Despite the complicated relationship between you, Caemon is a great asset to the kingdom. He does his job well at court and you cannot complain about that. Or give yourself the luxury of not listening to him. "Tell me more," you say and he immediately continues, a spark lighting up in his eyes. "Keep your magic ready. Especially those against spells designed to deceive and mislead, do not drink anything that does not come from the hands of your guard, and first speak with your allies. They are strong and will show others that you have respect and consideration for those on your side." He smiles without humor. "Something that witches do not do very well. They are proud beings, they think their allies are like soldiers that you order where to position them and then get rid of them when they are no longer useful. But we know better than that, don't we?" He leans back against the carriage bench, letting [[his words]] sink in.

The landscape on the other side of the window is becoming more and more desert-like. You are close to Aessa. Because of all the magic the witches use and their main source being nature, over time the vast and rich forests in the region have become dry, leaving only twisted gray trunks and lifeless thin and crooked branches resembling claws in place of the green leaves they should have. The moss and brown of the earth were now only cracked and hard soil that made the carriage sway even more. Even the sun seems paler and colder here. But slowly, this changes. The green returns. Intense and alive. It's as if you are surrounded by the most abundant and vibrant forest in the world. But something is wrong. You can feel it in your bones. It's uncomfortable and unsettling. And it's close, very close. The carriage begins to slow down and you don't want to start imagining things but it seems like there is a cautious rhythm in the way you move now. "They are welcoming us," Theome's voice sounds uncertain, they nervously look out the window. "I can't imagine how the farewell will be then," you try to perceive any magic intentionally being thrown at you but there is none. At least not directly. There is definitely something happening around you but not offensively. It's as if you are under the aim of bows whose arrows are ready to hit the target at any moment. Unsettling. "If even your friend can feel this then it means this is truly a special show for us," Caemon declares grimly. "Keep your focus sharp." The carriage stops and you hear your guards moving around the carriage. Positioning themselves. It's time. You take a deep breath and gesture for Theome to open the door. No dilly-dallying, no hesitation. "Let's go then." You step out of the carriage first, of course. There is a gloved hand extended to help you down. You take it and are guided a few steps forward, with Caemon and Theome also getting out of the carriage behind you. Your eyes immediately turn to the scene around you. The sky is blue and cloudless, but you don't feel the sun's rays on your skin - how courteous. The fake and very green forest, whose birds sing, surrounds a dirt road that winds directly to the castle completely covered in moss. Even the main door, in a shade of green that looks artificial, and the window outlines are the same. The towers have large thorns surrounding their base as if to prevent anyone attempting to enter through them. Two of your guards stand a few steps ahead of you but do not obstruct your path - they carry the banner displaying the kingdom's colors and coat of arms. Behind you, the rest of them spread out so that you are not unprotected from any angle. They all wear black armor, which in the sun looks even brighter, armor that only leaves their eyes visible. By your side - one of them remains. Just a few steps away from your personal space. Caemon and Theome follow behind you. You begin to move towards the castle, your cape fluttering on the ground behind you. You can feel that the place is already full of creatures, honored guests waiting to make allies, business deals, discover secrets, and hopefully not go to war with anyone. You take a few more steps and then the air stirs in front of you - almost imperceptibly - and suddenly she is there. As if she had always been there. Lady Amrthe. "What an honor," she says. "To have you here in Aessa." She adds apathetically. The black eyes pass by your guards, scanning your banner, Theome and Caemon, and then fixate back on you. Without revealing anything of what she thinks. "The rumors are true then. You will sit on your father's throne," she says, taking a step forward. Her hair behind her is orange like flames and drags behind her on the floor as if it were a cape. "Indeed," you respond in the same tone as hers. Your eyes following each of her movements. "I wonder what could have led you to this sudden act. You are not yet of age to be named $E." She tilts her chin and narrows her eyes. "It almost reeks of desperation." The guard beside you moves almost imperceptibly closer to you. The birds in the fake forest stop singing. [["Desperation," you repeat with a pensive, cynical air. "Why would we be desperate, Lady Amrthe?"]] [[You stare at her hard. Your expression leaving no doubt that her choice of words displeased you.]] [["Desperation? Why?" You mock. "I think you're forgetting who you're talking to."]] [["I didn't know you were so... nosy Lady Armthe." You tease her back.]] [[You stare at her coldly. "Should we go in, then? Or will the meeting take place at the doors of your castle?"]] [[You ignore her promptly. "Can we go in now?"]]

He is right. You can't deny that. Despite the complicated relationship between you, Caemon is a great asset to the kingdom. He does his job well at court and you can't complain about that. Or give yourself the luxury of not listening to him. You nod slightly, encouraging him to continue and he immediately does. "Keep your magic at the ready. Especially those against spells meant to deceive and mislead, don't drink anything that doesn't come from the hands of your guard and speak first with your allies. They are strong and will show others that you have respect and consideration for those on your side." He smiles without humor. "Something that witches don't do very well. They are proud beings, think that their allies are like soldiers you order where you want them positioned and then when they're no longer useful, get rid of them. But we know better than that, don't we?" He leans back against the carriage bench, letting [[his words]] sink in.

He is right. You cannot deny that. Despite the complicated relationship between you, Caemon is a great asset to the kingdom. He does his job well at court and you can't complain about that. But, you are also a member of the court. And as he himself said - $E of the crown. You also have to know how to deal with the most delicate affairs of the kingdom. So, this is a good opportunity for you to test your diplomacy skills beyond the lessons with your tutor and years of watching your parents preside over courts. "Thank you for the advice," you thank him making sure to show appreciation for his words. "But I will do as I see fit. It's appropriate for me to have my own way, don't you think?" He shrugs. His expression impenetrable. "I'll be around." That's all he says. Then, he leans back against the carriage bench, letting [[his words]] sink in.

He is right. You cannot deny that. Despite the complicated relationship between you, Caemon is a great asset to the kingdom. He does his job well at court and you cannot complain about that. You also know it's important to act appropriately and diplomatically when representing the kingdom, which is why you have had a tutor since you learned to walk, and why your parents always made you attend and participate in meetings of both kingdoms' councils. To listen and learn. You know what you have to do and that's enough. But all this talk about diplomacy and duties right after your coronation is getting you in a terrible mood. Can you not have at least five minutes without having to think about the kingdom? "Thank you for the advice," you say, taking care to show your appreciation and avoid further discussion. "Can we change the subject now? I would like some variety." Theome makes a muffled and confused sound beside you - like when they try to hold back a laugh. Caemon shrugs and turns his attention back to the window. His expression unreadable. "I'll be around," is all he says. Then, he leans back against the carriage bench, letting [[his words]] sink in.

He is right. You cannot deny that. Despite the complicated relationship between you, Caemon is a great asset to the kingdom. He does his job well at court and you cannot complain about that. You also know it's important to act appropriately and diplomatically when representing the kingdom, which is why you have had a tutor since you learned to walk, and why your parents always made you attend and participate in meetings of both kingdoms' councils. To listen and learn. You know what you have to do and that's enough. But all this talk about diplomacy and duties right after your coronation is making you feel terrible. Can't you have at least five minutes without having to think about the kingdom? Silence is the only response you will give to that subject. "I will be there," Caemon says, after a while, almost as a consolation, whether for you or for him it becomes impossible to say. Then, he leans back against the carriage bench, letting [[his words]] sink in.

Her words stir something within you in an unpleasant way. Like poison being injected directly into your veins. You use your magic to probe her mind quickly. Without trying to go too deep. She is definitely testing you. Analyzing. Seeing how you react to her words in order to continue interrogating you. This may be the only chance she will have to do this on neutral territory. What a welcome. Her thoughts are almost screaming at you, it seems. You didn't even need to use magic. But you won't give her the pleasure of seeing you affected. Or eliciting an exaggerated reaction from you. "Desperation," you repeat thoughtfully, cynically. "Why would we be desperate, Lady Amrthe?" Your head tilts slightly to the side in a sign of confusion. The air around you becomes cold, sharp. As if trying to bite your skin. The guard next to you puts his hand on the black steel sword. "Wait," you request in a mental warning. "I am delighted to say that the vampire kingdom is stronger than ever. And ready for anything, as always," you continue, letting your eyes become as cold as the air. "I hope you can say the same." Amrthe now has a clearly hostile expression. You wait. But then the air returns to normal. As suddenly as everything began, it ends. Amrthe smiles, suddenly, her eyes seeming lifeless even with the gesture. "Follow me, $A. You won't want to miss the [[best part.]]

Her words stir something inside you in an unpleasant way. As if it were poison being injected directly into your veins. Stirring your most primal instincts. You use your magic to quickly probe her mind. Without trying to go too deep. She is definitely testing you. Analyzing. Seeing how you react to her words in order to continue questioning you. This may be the only chance she will have to do this in neutral territory. What a welcome. Her thoughts are almost screaming at you, it seems. You didn't even need to use magic. You stare at her intently. She wants you to do something. To give her just one reason to... But you can't. You can't fall for her trick. Diplomacy. But that doesn't mean you can't use your imagination. In your mind, the various ways you could kill her quickly and creatively are unfolding. So many possibilities... Your gaze becomes increasingly harsh. Her words still poisoning you. Noticing your gaze, Amrthe hesitates. Thoughts become a jumble but you can catch a particular emotion, albeit weak: Fear. You contain a scornful smile. Amrthe now wears a clearly hostile expression. The air around you turns cold, sharp. As if trying to bite your skin. The guard next to you reaches for his black steel sword. "Wait," you request in a mental warning. The air returns to normal. As suddenly as it all began, it ends. Amrthe smiles, suddenly, her eyes seeming lifeless even with the gesture. "Follow me, $A. You won't want to miss the [[best part.]]

Her words stir something within you in an unpleasant way. Like poison being injected directly into your veins. You use your magic to probe her mind quickly. Without trying to go too deep. She is definitely testing you. Analyzing. Seeing how you react to her words in order to continue interrogating you. This may be the only chance she will have to do this on neutral territory. What a welcome. Her thoughts are almost screaming at you, it seems. You didn't even need to use magic. But you won't give her the pleasure of seeing you affected. Or eliciting an exaggerated reaction from you. Instead, you will take it as lightly as you can. Or almost so. "Desperation? Why?" You mock with a smile. "I think you're forgetting who you're talking to." You let the smile linger on your lips as you add. "We are a large, powerful kingdom that has gone through wars and many victories. Despair is not a feeling that we feel.. but one that we inflict." The air around you becomes cold, sharp. As if trying to bite your skin. The guard next to you puts his hand on the black steel sword. "Wait," you request in a mental warning. "I am delighted to say that the vampire kingdom is stronger than ever. And ready for anything, as always," you continue, letting your eyes become as cold as the air. "I hope you can say the same." Amrthe now has a clearly hostile expression. You wait. But then the air returns to normal. As suddenly as everything began, it ends. Amrthe smiles, suddenly, her eyes seeming lifeless even with the gesture. "Follow me, $A. You won't want to miss the [[best part.]]

Her words stir something within you in an unpleasant way. Like poison being injected directly into your veins. You use your magic to probe her mind quickly. Without trying to go too deep. She is definitely testing you. Analyzing. Seeing how you react to her words in order to continue interrogating you. This may be the only chance she will have to do this on neutral territory. What a welcome. Her thoughts are almost screaming at you, it seems. You didn't even need to use magic. But you won't give her the pleasure of seeing you affected. Or eliciting an exaggerated reaction from you. Instead, you decide to use the opportunity to tease her back. See how she feels when the spell is reversed. "I didn't know you were so...nosy Lady Armthe." You tease her back. A crooked smile filling your face. "I'm amazed a woman in your position has time to be...snooping around." The air around you becomes cold, sharp. As if trying to bite your skin. The guard next to you puts his hand on the black steel sword. "Wait," you request in a mental warning. "I am delighted to say that the vampire kingdom is stronger than ever. And ready for anything, as always," you continue, "I hope you can say the same." Amrthe now has a clearly hostile expression. "You are a guest here" She says, a clear tone of warning in her voice. You wait. But then the air returns to normal. As suddenly as everything began, it ends. Amrthe smiles, suddenly, her eyes seeming lifeless even with the gesture. "Follow me, $A. You won't want to miss the [[best part.]]

Her words stir something within you in an unpleasant way. Like poison being injected directly into your veins. You use your magic to probe her mind quickly. Without trying to go too deep. She is definitely testing you. Analyzing. Seeing how you react to her words in order to continue interrogating you. This may be the only chance she will have to do this on neutral territory. What a welcome. Her thoughts are almost screaming at you, it seems. You didn't even need to use magic. But you won't give her the pleasure of seeing you affected. Or eliciting an exaggerated reaction from you. You stare at her, coldly. "Should we go in, then? Or will the meeting take place at the doors of your castle?" You look around, not at all impressed. The air around you becomes cold, sharp. As if trying to bite your skin. The guard next to you puts his hand on the black steel sword. "Wait," you request in a mental warning. "I am delighted to say that the vampire kingdom is stronger than ever. And ready for anything, as always," you continue, "I hope you can say the same." Amrthe now has a clearly hostile expression. "You are a guest here" She says, a clear tone of warning in her voice. You wait. But then the air returns to normal. As suddenly as everything began, it ends. Amrthe smiles, suddenly, her eyes seeming lifeless even with the gesture. "Follow me, $A. You won't want to miss the [[best part.]]

You know that even though Caemon's tone has that old provocation about how dedicated to the kingdom you are...deep down, he is right. Any magic done in the kingdom that does not come directly from you must and should be considered as a potential risk, but at the same time, Caemon is not foolish. He knows that Theome would never act against the vampire kingdom, especially if it affects you, so he is probably just trying to provoke you to find out what is really going on. But does he really think you would fall for something like that? And reveal about Sostrate and the dagger? About what Theome is doing? That is somewhat insulting. "I have full knowledge of Theome's actions, don't worry about it," you say in a much gentler tone than you have ever used with Caemon. "They are following my orders," you add definitively. Caemon holds your gaze for a moment longer before looking over at Theome - his expression becoming dark. "As you wish, $A" [[You sigh.]]

She turns, and after a few steps, disappears into the air. The castle doors open in a clear invitation. The buzzing of conversation happening inside reaches you as you draw closer. So much magic and power concentrated in the same place makes your skin electrified and your perceptions somewhat altered. It is like being in contact with a highly addictive and seductive substance that threatens to invade all your senses until you are completely filled with it. No. You really need to focus now. As soon as you pass through the doors, you find yourself facing a great hall that reflects all the green from outside on its walls and ceiling, from which richly intricate and illuminated branches hang down to the floor covered by a carpet of soft grass. Even the air smells of green herbal paste. When you enter, several pairs of eyes turn to you immediately. And the usual reactions follow: shock, surprise, admiration, suspicion... fear. “$A $name,” an unfamiliar voice announces from somewhere in the air around you. “Representing the vampire kingdom of Crimson Thorn.” The silence that follows is so absolute that you can hear even the ants moving stealthily on the floor and the walls. When there is no sign that anyone will react more openly to your arrival, you move toward the crowd, and the only guard chosen to accompany you moves with you like a shadow. You hear the footsteps of Theome and Caemon quickly moving away to opposite sides. You scan the crowd, looking for some of your father’s known allies. “My $A!” you suddenly hear the familiar voice addressing you as an equally familiar figure approaches with confidence. “I was expecting to see you here… but wearing different colors, I admit.” The elf smiles at you provocatively. “Your highness?” the guard whispers only to you. It is almost possible to imagine him narrowing his eyes as he evaluates Rigan. “He is my uncle,” you quickly reply in a low tone as well. “On my mother’s side, of course.” And louder: “Uncle Rigan. A pleasure to find you here.” Rigan bows to you in an exaggerated manner. He wears a bright red silk robe that highlights the gold of his long hair. His youthful and relaxed face shows no sign of tension or trouble. Things must be going well for him, then. Which is a surprise, considering he is representing the kingdom of the wife who is not heir to the throne. Consorts are not taken very seriously at these events. His eyes continue to look you up and down, an approving smile hovering on his lips for a second before his expression suddenly closes. “I am speechless. I really expected you to be more ambitious, dear.” He steps closer and lowers his voice to a worried tone. “Are you really giving up your mother’s throne? For him?” “That is your conclusion?” He does not reply. Instead, he just looks you in the eyes for a moment before stepping back. “Lady Kyrna asked about you,” he says, returning to his carefree expression as if nothing had happened. “You’d better go see her. We will speak later.” His tone carries a grave promise that lingers in the air as he walks away. Well, news certainly travels fast. You only hope they find your mother in a good mood and with an open mind. Keeping pace, the guard at your side goes with you to the other side of the hall—you do not bump into anyone along the way—for everyone makes sure to give you all the space needed to pass without the risk of getting in your way or colliding with you. It doesn’t take long before you find Lady Kyrna. She is leaning against the back wall, holding a goblet with a dark liquid and looking ready to explode at the first person who calls her attention. This is no surprise; the representative of the orcs is not known for being very patient or measuring her words and actions. Perhaps this is what makes her so efficient at her work—she is not afraid to go after what she wants and reject what she does not like. “Finally,” she says, casting a quick glance in your direction. “Lady Kyrna,” you greet her, taking position by her side. “I was informed that you asked for me.” She snorts. “Your father made me promises, $a,” she says, going straight to the point. “Promises that being an ally of your kingdom would be in my interest due to long-term benefits, such as having access to that formidable forest that surrounds the elven kingdom in the north, which my kingdom does not have access to due to the old-fashioned and outdated policy of old King Aedh.” She drinks a little of the stuff in her goblet before continuing. “He said that when you ascended the elven throne, you would change things. And that it would be in my interest to be by your side.” She now turns fully to you, her orange eyes glowing. “But it seems that is not going to happen, is it?” Her words provoke a series of emotions in you. Your father has been making promises and alliances in your name… even including your mother’s kingdom in the bargain. How dare he? Your fingers curl into fists. Lady Kyrna’s eyes narrow. You cannot think too much about this now. You cannot have a reaction in such a public place and in front of an already inflamed ally. You also cannot let her know that you have no idea what she is talking about regarding this agreement. The best thing is to go slowly, to try to draw out information without seeming lost. [["And what makes you think that won’t happen, Lady Kyrna?" you ask calmly, keeping your emotions under control.]] [["And what makes you think that won’t happen, Lady Kyrna?" you ask somewhat brusquely, barely containing your emotions.]] [[You look at her in a clear sign of confusion.]]

You look at her attentively. She is obviously already drawing conclusions about your new position in the vampire kingdom, and not that you can blame her for it, but… she speaks with certainty and doesn’t even speculate whether you have any interest in your mother’s kingdom. Nor does she try to influence you to have any… that’s strange. Especially if your father has been making promises to her. “And what makes you think that won’t happen, Lady Kyrna?” you ask calmly, keeping your emotions under control. Avoiding thinking about what else your father might have promised out there. To your surprise, she smiles, but the smile soon turns into a snarl. She points toward the adjoining room. “Why don’t you take a look in there,” she suggests in a tone far too sweet for such a sharp expression. You do as she says, beginning to feel a restlessness that is already becoming familiar in your chest. Your eyes sweep across the crowded room, the light illuminating the faces of those present. The sound of low conversation, the smells of drinks… blood. And more toward the corner of the room, looking somewhat out of place but maintaining a firm posture while wearing a robe in the kingdom’s official colors and a brooch pinned to the left side of his chest—a brooch marking him as a representative of the elven kingdom—is Philon. With Agathon at his side. “…a new era begins,” he says with a solemn and satisfied air. “Philon will be [[the best king]] Eloza has ever had!”

It is irritating enough that she is making demands of you—demands about which you know nothing, thanks to your father acting behind your back and in your name—and she still considers herself entitled to make assumptions about your future and choices. You feel a bitter taste in your mouth. “And what makes you think that won’t happen, Lady Kyrna?” you ask somewhat brusquely, barely containing your emotions. “Do you mind sharing your assumptions?” To your surprise, she smiles, but the smile soon turns into a snarl. She points toward the adjoining room. “Why don’t you take a look in there,” she suggests in a tone far too sweet for such a sharp expression. You do as she says, beginning to feel a restlessness that is already becoming familiar in your chest. Your eyes sweep across the crowded room, the light illuminating the faces of those present. The sound of low conversation, the smells of drinks… blood. And more toward the corner of the room, looking somewhat out of place but maintaining a firm posture while wearing a robe in the kingdom’s official colors and a brooch pinned to the left side of his chest—a brooch marking him as a representative of the elven kingdom—is Philon. With Agathon at his side. “…a new era begins,” he says with a solemn and satisfied air. “Philon will be [[the best king]] Eloza has ever had!”

Your head is so full of what she just said, especially about your father acting and making promises at your expense, that you don’t even bother showing all your confusion to her. How can she be so certain that you won’t have the elven throne as well? Why, as an ally, isn’t she even trying to convince you of it? You stare at her in a silent plea for answers. To your surprise, she smiles, but the smile soon turns into a snarl. She points toward the adjoining room. “Oh, I see… Why don’t you take a look in there,” she suggests in a tone far too sweet for such a sharp expression. You do as she says, beginning to feel a restlessness that is already becoming familiar in your chest. Your eyes sweep across the crowded room, the light illuminating the faces of those present. The sound of low conversation, the smells of drinks… blood. And more toward the corner of the room, looking somewhat out of place but maintaining a firm posture while wearing a robe in the kingdom’s official colors and a brooch pinned to the left side of his chest—a brooch marking him as a representative of the elven kingdom—is Philon. With Agathon at his side. “…a new era begins,” he says with a solemn and satisfied air. “Philon will be [[the best king]] Eloza has ever had!”

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