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38 Everan & Valadae

A/N: Art above is mine, I'm not the best but I decided to draw references for my characters xo
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_Everan & Valadae_

The stuffing was ripped from his bed, scattered across the room; the wooden table splintered and broken. He had managed to dirty his white clothes, covering it in mysterious stains and what looked to be his own blood. He would have scars on his hand now, left over from punching the window the other day. Not that it mattered since they blended in with all his others; the man was covered in them. Scars were part of his culture. Just another thing that set his people apart from the fae, who looked down on scars and other bodily defects.

Paintings were destroyed and goblets bent and crushed. The pages were ripped from all the books in the room. He ripped the shelves that had been nailed firmly into the walls. What used to be an elegant guest room was now a wasteland of mess and garbage. And he would do it again and again. The boy had even knocked the remaining glass from the window and slightly bent the bars that prohibited him from escaping.

Not that he tried to escape, even he wasn't dumb enough to try to leave through a window fifty meters off the ground. No, he would escape another way, another time. But with his attitude it would be hard- he could hardly make himself act low enough to gain their trust. The thought of being buddy buddy with these knife ears made him sick. Everan held a hatred for these people and the things they had done. Their claim of this continent had ended a thousand seasons ago, the wilds had been taken over without a fight from the wild people. For as violent as his people were, it was a peaceful transition due to the incompetence of the failing empire of the time.

The wilds were wild once more and these people had a way of life that none were too keen on leaving, especially not for an empire that would not treat them fairly. The wilds may have been a violent dangerous way to live, most did not live to old age but at least these people were free to live fairly- if you worked yourself to the bone you would become strong enough to protect yourself. It was their way of life- but the empire would completely crush this. The fae did not care much for strength, rather they aimed for the aesthetics of their own bodies and homes. The people of the wilds, while they could learn to be clean and pristine, and learn to dress themselves and their homes in fair colors, could never change their own tanned skin and dark hair. They would always be targets of discrimination within the empire even if they were to abandon their ways of life.

This is what Valadae did not understand, or at least did not let herself see. Perhaps her people could enlighten them and increase the seasons in which they would live but in the end these people would not be free, and they would not be happy. It would be an unfair hell on earth for them. The transition from one lifestyle to the other would create many problems and no doubt many wild people would die. The dirty knife ears did not like violence- it was a punishable offence. In the end, neither of the two were compatible. The wilds and the fae empire were best to stay separate. This war was started by the fae, and now he feared that his father would go farther to end it- the man was not a tolerant neighbor after being poked at with petty battle after petty battle.

It was now that Everan realized one side of this war was going to be wiped out. He felt unknown emotions swirl in his gut. Perhaps it was fear, though nothing quite scared him so he did not know for sure. 

A knock at the door pricked his senses and he turned to it quick as the princess herself stepped into the room, glancing around at the mess with curiosity. "You really are an animal aren't you? I was hoping to tame you sooner..." she hummed you herself.

"Tame? You'd best give up now, I'm afraid I'm a lost cause." he huffed out.

She turned a curious eye to him and smiled. "Is that so? In that case you are as good as dead. The royal court wants your head, you know. My influence only goes so far for so long..."