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Side Story: Iziuel 1

"As my Heir you should know by now what is expected of you!" A large slender Elven man with long white hair and sharp piercing eyes says from the top of an elegant Dias. "You are expected to study and achieve outstanding marks. You are to master the magical arts and never make a miscast. You are to hold yourself with the utmost poise and dignity in any situation. And you are to lead those around you!"

Below the Dias was a younger elf kneeling and bowing in attention. They also had long white hair but had a must slimmer and more slight build.

"Father, I earn the highest marks I can. I am years above others my ages in my magical studies and I have never lost my temper in public. I assure you that I" The smaller elf pleas

"IZUIEL YOU WILL HOLD YOUR TONGUE AND NOT SPEAK WHEN I AM LECTURING YOU." The older elf snaps. "You obviously can not comprehend how embarrassing it is to me when I find out you ran off to hunt some giant monster and it wasn't my heir who dealt the final blow but THE STRENGTH KINGDOM's HEIR! That was absolutely humiliating but what is worse that you take credit for planning the attack and gave yourself the role of bait?"

He began descending to his child's level. As he walked there was and intense silence as the guards watched their lord walk up to his child and loom over them. The air was so thick even breathing became hard and the younger elf felt sweat gather at the nape of their neck.

"Can you tell me how I feel about Lord Sirron? How doIi feel about the muscle brained idiot who would rather punch their way through life than ever lifting a book?" the Elf says before grabbing his child sleeve and yanking them to their feet.

"Father you hold no respect for Lord Sirron." Iziuel was scared as they looked into their father's eyes. They tried to keep composure which wasn't easy but they managed to somehow.

"So when you come back from your little adventure and I hear you took a submissive role to the son of a man I hold no respect for, how do you think that makes me feel? How would I feel in regards to my Heir!" he says, almost spitting the words.

"I am sure it would make you rather upset." Izuiel says with a slight flench. "In all due respect...."

"SILENCE!" The lord this slams his son the the ground rather roughly. "Your disrespect is immeasurable! Leave my sight!" He says in a voice that stung young Izuiels heart.

As Izuiel got up and left the throne room they couldn't help but remember better times. When their mom was alive she would calm Lord Baron's fits. She was logical but empathetic and absolutely beautiful to boot. Not a day went by that Izuiel didn't wish she were still alive or that they could have gone with her.

Lord Baron wanted his child to be exactly like him but Izuiel's nature wasn't brash and cold hearted. Izuiels nature was like a calculated understanding. They saw those around them and respected those they deemed productive and useful. Izuiel led those around them not from above but with the people, everyone doing their part and what they could best achieve to help the part.

Izuiel left the castle with nothing but their horse and the clothes on their back. At the edge of the castle property was the knights headquarters and Izuiel's best friend. The one person they could always count on. The one person Izuiel trusted and had no secrets from.

"You look pretty rough... my honored heir." Behind the front desk of the Knights HQ was a teenaged Dragonborn. He had beautiful brass scales and right yellow eyes that sparkle.

"Navi...... can I just stay with you..." Izuiel says in a soft embarrassed tone.

"Like.... here for an hour for like.... for longer?" The dragon born rounds the side of the desk and pull the smaller elf into an embrace.