ℙℝ𝕆𝕃𝕆𝔾𝕌𝔼
Some may ask what had happened to the descendants of great kings. Those very kings who rode on beautiful stallions and charged towards adversaries, screaming at the top of their lungs, "Kill them all! Take no prisoners!"
The same kings and nobles and their wives whom lived in palaces coated in gold and silver. The exact king and queen who wore their self worth upon their heads in the form of crowns.
My ancestors were nobles by blood whom were praised and glorified as members of the House of York. The prime house of the white rose. History has it written that they were one of the most powerful royals to have ever existed; that was until the House of Lancaster had their victory and beat them.
So, the descendants of great kings you ask? Times have since changed, and royalty has become nothing but a joke. A mockery. An appearance to draw crowds. As a result, a new birthright was formed. A birthright that belonged to us. The Legion of The Dragons. A new form of royal hierarchy. Under that hierarchy, descendants of nobles and kings could stake their claim in the world. Under the rule of a select descendant of a York king and his heirs, the Legion would in fact be greater than the House of York and Lancaster ever were.
The Legion offered services like assasins, mercenaries, food, clothes etc. and throughout the decades, we were beyond rich. With that money soon came power, and the status of the Legion had been proved on multiple occasions. Some thought of the Legion as a group of assasins, but regardless, they were a great force to not be reckoned with and as long as the lineage remained, power would be kept.
My grandfather, married a noble woman and she bore unto him three sons. Mind you, noble does not always mean a good heart. But nonetheless, the first born son was my father, Edward Plantagenet. He was of fierce yet humorous nature. He sported dirty blonde hair that glistened under his crown and a gold double edged sword inherited from past York kings. He was stedfast in battle and the worst fear of anyone who dared cross him. But my father was the most hated of all three sons because he, much to his mother's dismay, married outside of nobility.
My mother, Marianne Laurent, was a half Cuban and French ballet dancer who had found my father in a pool of his own blood after a chance encounter with an enemy. She tended to him and father claims he was immedietly 'seeing all the colors of the rainbow' and knew he was in love. Then she bore unto him a daughter, me, Macaria Plantagenet, first born daughter of a King of York.
And then there was the second born York son. George Plantagenet. He was nothing short of a traitor on multiple occassions, but due to grandmother's great need to keep her favorite son around, she begged for uncle George's life. And every single time, my imbecile of a father would forgive him and accept him amongst the greats. George was a brunette, who mouthed off any chance he got. He loved power, but most of all, he loved money. I fear that one day his greed may be the death of us all. He married a noble woman, and had a son, Thomas. He always jokes about if my father were to die under 'unexplainable circumstances' and I were to be 'fatally ill', the throne would go to him and be passed to his son. Fucking prick if you ask me.
And the last born was my favorite of all, Richard Plantagenet. He was on most occasions quiet, but he was a people person. He cared immensely and had the most lushious black hair that grew to his shoulders. Loyalty and wisdom were two of his greatest strengths and I admired him greatly. He also married a noble woman, but it seems to be love. They finish each others sentences and are always lovey-dovey and such. She bore unto him two daughters and a toddler son; Lily, Joanne and Richard II. I personally adored little Richard and loved him as my own brother.
The three brothers ruled alongside each other, my father being the head of them. Together the Legion of Dragons was one of the most prominent organizations of today. Many seeked alliances with us and others seeked our protection. No one could stand in our way.
