once upon a time . . .

[legendsvng]

『 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡 . . . 』

◇ closed roleplay account. in association with liathrarpg. ◇ will contain adult-oriented content. minors dni. ◇ as sung by 𝐫𝐨𝐝. twenty-seven. he/him. cst.

『 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 . . . 』

tovyr of chasque; lord commander of the iron guard. ◇ about. ◇ starters. ◇ mirror. ◇ musings. ◇ desires.

prince galileo of house skywarden; brother to king alaric, master of ships. ◇ about. ◇ starters. ◇ mirror. ◇ musings. ◇ desires.

[theumbraindex]

Where: Chasque Kingdom Who: Tovyr & Lucien Veylward Lucien loved working with the Iron Guard to ensure they were ready to face creatures of all types. He always got with Tovyr to come up with plans and ways to fight rogue sorcerers in case they became rogue and aligned with Chasque. Because as much as it was his job to help train and educate future sorcerers, it was his job to keep Chasque protected from sorcerers and creatures that had an advantage over the guards. There he stood, leaning against the wall, looking over towards Tovyr and smirking at the lord commander. After a nice training session, Lucien was huffing and smirking at the man with a bright smile on his face. "You got me this time. But I like that. Anticipation and trying to keep me up and on my toes without my abilities.... good work. I guess I can see why you are the Lord of Command after all." Lucien didn't open up with too many. But Tovyr happened to be one of the few he let loose with and had fun with.

@legendsvng

[legendsvng]

　　becoming lord commander had been tougher than tovyr could have imagined. he figured it wouldn't go further beyond being a decent fighter, something which he considered himself to be from the get-go. all he thought he was missing was the proper handle of a sword and shield. but the more he learned, the more he found himself to be constantly challenged, exhaustively training until he was up to par with his fellow knights. and just as he felt capable of defeating any well-trained knight in combat, came in lucien.

　　training with the high priest was a completely different experience altogether, one tovyr had handled with as much discipline and determination as he could muster up. it took some time, but he got the handle of it. he took off his helmet, grinning from ear to ear as he approached the priest. sandy hair drenched in sweat, cheeks flushed red. "thank you, sir....i have learned a lot from you." his head bowed, he did not want to downplay how much lucien had contributed in building up tovyr's abilities. "it hasn't been easy, but i do want to bring honor to my title."

[quillsandcrowns]

Nathaniel had always been curious about a lot of things, it was something his parents had always commented on when he was younger. He always asked questions, wanted to know everything that he could about the wonders of the world and all the people who were in it. He knew that he would never wear the crown of the king, but he knew that he wanted to help out his brother as much as he could when he took it over. This meant that he made sure to get to know everyone that he could because you never knew when your kingdom would need help from someone else. His father had always said that Nathaniel never met a stranger and that was true. At every party, Nathaniel mingled and talked to everyone, and that also helped him get the latest gossip as well. It was truly a win-win for everyone.

Today though he heard about a boat that was in the docks from some of his guards, he overheard them talking. Before he knew it, he had made his way down to the shore to see who the guest to the kingdom was and was greeted by a man, a man who was very naked. A smirk played out on the young prince's face as he stepped closer to the man and the water. The sunlight hit his skin and hit his skin, making the colors of blue, pink, and purple dance their from the soft scales that could be seen just on his skin. Just to give the hint that he was not human at all. “I think every day is lovely for a swim, just ask my guards who have to come out here daily with me even in the rain,” said Nathaniel with a chuckle as he turned his head towards his guards who were standing away but still close by, before turning his attention back to the hot, naked man in front of him,“ My name is Nathaniel, Nathaniel Ulmaris.”

With his introduction out of the way, he pulled off his shoes and the last thing he was wearing, britches with no undergarments underneath as he tossed them onto the shore and then looked up at the man. “May I join you for a swim?”

[legendsvng]

　　a merman. the shimmer across the young man's skin immediately captivated the pirate, for any respected pirate could tell what it representad. a child of the sea stood before him, with a gorgeous body and boyish features.

　　"i can tell, my darling. one cannot not reject the call back home." with hands on his hips, galileo moved across the waves, just to get a better look at the beauty before him. said beauty had a name, one which immediately perked up the former prince's ears. "but the seas are not your home, are they? ulmaris...you must live in a shining marble castle, with maids and guards to serve and protect you."

　　his eyes shifted to see the men who escorted the young royal, eyebrows inviting them to join in if they so wanted. they wouldn't, most likely, not if they were as disciplined and uptight as those back in vissai. not that galileo needed a crowd, fun as the prospect was - in that moment, nathaniel deserved all of his attention. "for today though, you're in my domain, little prince."

　　confident in his words, the pirate allowed his eyes to devour nathaniel now that he had him bare and willing. it would not be the first time that galileo allowed himself to surrender to the beauty of the siren song. "i would have pitied it if you didn't. come closer."

[prodigysang]

as a small group of people from varlinnis had been invited to the kingdom and the high priest did not have the opportunity to get out of the festivities. he was actually there to speak to their high priest. yet, he ended up being dragged with some knights and members of the round table for what felt like the whole trip.

the honor was a good one. chasque offering them a feast like this was appreciated, it was just that he felt like he had no time to be on socially. then, as he made his way around, he realized how different some of them were from each other. he would never have expected even their own lord commander to feast like he had never seen a proper meal before. after politely finishing a small portion of his dish, devansh had grabbed something to drink and would call it a night.

at first, he didn't even realize that he had been staring. other customs and kingdoms fascinated him, but this one probably the most when it came to the people. they were so different. umoria lured him in by the magic, but chasque lured him in by the men.

when he noticed he was being offered a tart, he politely shook his head. "no thank you. i fear if i eat any more i won't be able to study the curse with lucien." he leaned forward, running a thumb over tovyr's chin to collect the rest of the jam. "please, continue to indulge yourself though. do not mind me." he took his thumb into his own mouth, making a content noise at the taste of the jam. that would be all he allowed himself to have though.

[legendsvng]

　　lucien. was the man before him varlinnis' high priest? in tovyr's mind, there was no other reason why he would seek for the knowledge of their own. about which curse the stranger spoke about, he could not tell. magic has always felt like such a foreign anomaly to him, even if he himself was blessed with his own kind of magic. the feats his muscles could accomplish with little to no effort ever since he was a young, untrained street urchin, along with the size to match them. the blood of giants ran through his veins, he knew as much.

　　if only it had been the blood of a proper aristocrat, then he wouldn't be embarrassing himself before foreign dignitaries.

　　with a coy nod as the only response, the tart was placed back in its plate. tovyr would have cleaned himself right after, but the high priest was a step ahead. a careful thumb reached up to where the last remnant of jam was gelled. at least he could tell the other was not put off by his behaviour, with the way he smiled as he took the digit to his lips. tovyr allowed himself a smile as well, fingers brushing against the fabric of his tunic just enough to rid himself of the last few crumbs stuck to them. no jam though.

　　"thank you. i am satisfied for the night..." he responded as soon as he had swallowed the last bite of tart he had left. if the priest did not want to try it, he was missing out on quite a delight. "have you dined something though? anything." tovyr would have hoped so. he knew he could barely focus on anything with an empty stomach, especially since he became one more resident of the castle. his hunger days being but a melancholic memory.

[zanephillips]

ANDRES BAIDA Como agua para chocolate 2.03 "Champandongo"

[prodigysang]

now that he was getting older, fabianus was expected to travel with the hand, lord command, grand maester, high priest, and all of the masters of the small council. one day, he would be the one to take over for one of them. most likely it would be the lord commander, he knew where his strengths were, but he didn't fight going out with the rest. mainly because all of this was power. he wanted the crown. he wanted to take it from alaric and soon to be darius. so he wanted to make sure that the rest of the people in vissai had a good impression of him, including his uncle.

hearing that they were going to have some free time, the second-born prince turned sour inside. he didn't like that. spare days were a waste of time in his mind. they were supposed to be out on business, everything should have had a purpose. and yet...

mainly, he also knew that the water wasn't for him. how his uncle got used to it, he would never know, but he was a man of the sky and ground. fabianus preferred to be riding pyraxis somewhere or charging ahead on his own two feet. so he had resorted to joining the other men, but did not fully indulge them just yet.

his pants were rolled up to the middle of his calves. his sleeves were rolled up all the way to his elbows. then, his shirt was loosened at the top to let air in. that was the only sign of comfort that he allowed, sword still holstered.

his gaze shifted over to his uncle, another man that was robbed from the crown in his opinion. "you would know best in that regard." he'd been sitting close enough to feel the breeze and not the water, but did not move as he watched galileo. "you are the expert of the ocean. although, i almost this isn't a ploy to get me naked." still, he reached down to start undoing his shoes, tossing them behind him when his soles were bare.

[legendsvng]

　　never did galileo imagine that his own blood would one day set foot on the sea song - being a pirate outlaw and all, he assumed his presence would not be required in vissai any time soon. he could only imagine how kindly his father had presented him to be to his brothers, their husbands and wives , not to mention his nephews. oh, how he would've loved to snatch sweet little darius away alongside him, but he knew alaric would've gone for his head if he so much as dared to think so. and now that he came back to see the nervous wreck that the poor soul had become, perhaps the salted seas could've done wonders to his spirit, as it did to himself.

　　but that first journey was not with darius, but rather the second prince in line, fabianus. galileo was not as close to him as he was to his older brother, and he even wondered if the young dragon would remember his disowned uncle. whatever was the case, he was hopeful that he could give his dear nephew the best impression he could offer. and if he didn't like it, well that was fabianus' problem to sort out.

　　"that i would. now the skies may be your field of expertise, but that doesn't mean you should fear the seas." it was obvious that his nephew was sitting in discomfort. whether it was the way galileo had chosen to trick his darling brother's good faith with his little detour, or the fact that they had taken a ship rather than a dragon as the skywardens would often do. whichever was the case, the old man was determined to change that.

　　a laugh escaped the pirate, hands on his hips as he stared at fabianus with a sly grin on his lips. the young prince was a handsome one, and having a glimpse to whatever he had underneath the cotton and leather was a tempting thought. just not one galileo had considered until the other brought it up. "you mistake me, dear nephew. if i wanted so, i would have said so. shame is not exactly something i concern myself with, in case you haven't noticed yet."

[sycophantes]

　　wyll lived for moments like these. when the elite brushed shoulders and he could now consider himself among them. once he had been a boy with no prospects and the shine of mischief in his eyes. he had picked the pockets of many of these nobles throughout the years, and knew many of their secrets. wyll loved scanning the room and determining who had the deepest and darkest secret. he hoarded them like treasure, amassing them like a dragon who prided themselves on their horde. his eyes caught on a familiar figure and his heart warmed with the comfort that he wasn't alone in what was still an unfamiliar place. tovyr had been his unwilling accomplice in so many schemes, but unlike other would-be criminals he didn't abandon his lackies. tovyr had been essential in his rise from a pickpocket to the keeper of secrets. wyll couldn't abandon him just because he was now living in the castle. no, he made it so he could bring his gigantic companion with him. 　　crossing the room he notes the rate at which the giant is downing tarts. wyll had already indulged in a few pastries and was now nursing a goblet of wine. when he finally reaches tovyr he does so with a look on his face. he glances between the half-giant and the offered tart, waving it off with a shake of his head. "could you at least pretend to be civilized?" wyll jests lightly, smiling up at his longest ( tallest ) and eldest friend. "these people aren't like the ones we ran with in the gutter. they'll judge us for the slightest provocation." his lips twitch at the thought. "they know better, however. I've got enough dirt on all of them to bury the entire castle with." wyll smiles over the rim of his goblet, watching tovyr who usually didn't have much to say about his machinations. he was the best sort of accomplice who merely enabled wyll and all of his awful schemes.

[legendsvng]

　　the sight of his dearest friend brought a sigh of relief to tovyr - that in spite of the mouthful of tart that remained half-chewed in his mouth. it took him a second to realise it was him, with so many visitors coming and going across the great hall, but those dark eyes and matching curls were simply unmistakable. to think the two of them had come from the same dire conditions, and now they could dress in silks and furs and dine along with chasquian royalty. tovyr could not thank wyll enough for everything he had done to take them as far as they could go. some of his methods had been questionable at best, but tovyr had chosen to remain by his side. loyal as ever, thankful for having the chance to have a future, in a place where he could bring a greater good to the kingdom that had seen him grow.

　　as if he needed to be reminded of his new status, tovyr put the pastrie back in its place, taking the large hand to his face an cleaning off whatever jam was left from his last bite. "sorry," he mouthed with a blush creeping on his cheeks, thankful that it had been wyll who had to witness his carelessness. "they are just really good." so much so that he did not hesitate int finishing off the one he had left in a single bite. not much of a problem for his larger mouth. while he could guess that wyll was just teasing with that threat, tovyr couldn't help the frown that followed. "there shouldn't be a need for that tonight, right?" of course he could not serve as wyll's personal thug any longer, not with the lord commander title upon him.

[degenerage]

[passioflos]

John Dugdale, Around Us Lie these Mysteries, ca. 1998.

[pierppasolini]

Devotions (1983) // dir. James Broughton, Joel Singer

[legendsvng]

open to: anyone . setting: blackspine throne, a royal banquet is being hosted by house pierrescel, in honour of some newly arrived guests; early in the evening .

　　perhaps it was not proper for the lord commander of one of the great kingdoms of liathra to be engulfing pastries as if he had never eaten before in his life. but it was worth pointing out that tovyr was a big guy. and as such, his hunger was quite big too. he had strictly followed through with his duties all day, standing in place and making sure the reception of their guests went as smoothly as expected.

　　chasque could seem like quite a hostile place, mostly because it was. from its place on the map to the nature of its structures. even so, the atmosphere of the castle was warm and inviting, candles burning vividly and bathing the hall in a cozy, golden glow which tovyr found fascinating. even if he preferred the coldness of the night, he could not deny the comforting charm of the room. music played, people talked and laughed and sang along with the bards playing. all while the starving giant bit down on his third (fourth? fifth?) tart of the evening.

　　shame had not crossed tovyr's mind until he could feel the presence of someone else right next to him. staring as the knight had his mouth wide open, with half of the tart already in. tovyr stared back, cheeks warming up before he locked in on his bite and awkwardly chewed what he had managed to take in.

　　jam dribbled down to his chin, and tovyr licked as much as he could off of him. his back straightened, then cleared his throat while keeping the crumbling treat in his large hand. the music was suddenly muffled by the deafening silence between the two. the best tovyr could think of in that moment, was taking another one of the tarts, and offering it to the stranger. perhaps they wanted one, too.

[legendsvng]

open to: anyone . setting: the nearest coast to your kingdom, high noon .

　　it was the first time in months that the sea song set sail. oh, how much did galileo miss that sensation, standing on deck as the ship moved across the waves. his fingers caressed the wooden edge, watching as the ocean rippled before them. the opportunity had been a blessing to him, even if it did entail accomplishing more of his duties as master of ships. a diplomatic visit, the renewal of trading agreements, whatever else his brother had requested of him. his mind had neglected to pay further attention from the second he was told he could go out and sail once again. he had a scroll with instructions, he would be fine.

　　the confinements of regia ignis were was stiffing as he remembered them, and breaking free from them at least for a moment was something he wanted to treasure. which was the reason why he made sure to tell hie brother that it would take him a day longer than the actual time it would truly be.

　　with a day to spare, the captain had told his crew to land near the docks they were intended to reach, and bring out the bottles and meat cuts he managed to bribe out of the castle's kitchens. camp was set on the beach, the sound of his lute soon filling the air with joy and laughter. surely alaric wouldn't mind it, he was just keeping up the morale of his men.

　　after the third or fourth song, the instrument was put down, alongside galileo's boots and garments. his bare figure stepped across the warm sand, sighing as the dry surface turned hard and moist underneath his feet. brown eyes shifted to the left, as he noticed the presence of someone who was not part of his crew.

　　"lovely day to swim, isn't it?" with a wink and a crooked smile, the vissaian prince continued to move forward, slowly, hips swaying until the salted waters reached his calves. his lips parted as he exhaled, eyes not breaking contact quite yet. "you might want to take off those pretty shoes of yours, the tide's rising."

[sadclowncentral]

four days at sea (atlantic, ijsellmeer, baltic sea, north sea)

[acesofliathra]

celyn's   head   moved   in   a   brief   nod   as   the   other   man   confirmed   who   he   was   as   he   righted   himself,   a   quiet   chuckle   escaping.   it's   definitely   been   a   decade   or   two   since   celyn's   been   the   one   that   someone's   needed   to   reach   out   to   make   sure   he   was   okay,   so   he   supposed   he   had   done   it   out   of   practice.   despite   the   fact   that   the   odds   of   him   causing   the   other   man   to   topple   over   was   very   slim.   and   celyn,   of   course,   had   known   this   man   and   his   position   already.   but   he   supposed   that   it   would   seem   pretty   odd   if   he   immediately   knew   who   the   other   man   was.   “my   name   is   celyn   maeson.   master   of   whisperers   from   vissai.”   celyn   says   with   a   smile   and   a   polite   nod   of   his   head   in   the   man's   direction.   “how   has   it   been   treating   you?”   he   asked   curiously   with   a   small   smile   on   his   lips.   “hopefully   it's   everything   you   wanted   and   more?” 

[legendsvng]

　　it surprised tovyr how easily he was recognised - then again, his height was quite a remarkable feature to go by if anyone needed to pick him from a crowd. but the man before him did not hesitate for a second in calling him by name. then again, it was not rare. a mester of whispers had to know the ins and outs of everything going on around them, and if the lord before him was as well connected as wyll, tovyr could only wonder how much else he'd know of him already.

　　"it is a pleasure, lord maeson." the giant bowed in response, not really expecting such a meeting outside of the castle. his smile widened a little at the question, his naming quite fresh in his mind still. to think he had accomplished so much after years of being nothing but a thief. "it has been tough, but gratifying." he admitted as he gave the muscles on his back a flex. still sore from training earlier. "um...and you?"

[acesofliathra]

@legendsvng

chasque   has   always   been   a   rather   unique   place   in   celyn's   opinion.   strong   and   sturdy.   just   like   it's   people.   there   may   not   be   beautiful   waters,   flora,   and   what   not.   but   it's   the   type   of   place   that   seemed   to   be   able   to   handle   itself.   he   had   just   gotten   done   talking   to   one   of   his   birds   when   he   bumped   into   someone   (literally).   his   hands   shooting   out   to   stable   the   other   man   just   in   case.   “apologies,”   he   grunts   as   he   nods   his   head.   and   then   he   saw   just   who   it   was   and   let   his   lips   tilt   up   slightly,   “you're   the   lord   commander,   correct?   tovyr,   if   i'm   not   mistaken.”     

[legendsvng]

　　it was quite rare for people to bump into tovyr like that, as if he wasn't as tall as an oak. more often than not, it was the half-giant's oblivious nature which led him to stumble against those he could not catch a glimpse of, a usual occurrence much to his misfortune. in that moment, all the knight could do was make sure the stranger didn't hurt themselves against his metal plate, broad hands helping the other the same way they dd with him once both men were standing firmly in place, the giant's bright blue eyes looked down upon them. a foreigner, tovyr could tell by his look. how would they know him, then?

　　"yes, it is i." he agreed with a nod, giving a little smile of his own. "you, sir?"

[lvxrvi]

[legendsvng]

『 — 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐬 , 𝐧 𝐨 𝐩 𝐢 𝐝 𝐚 𝐬 𝐩 𝐞 𝐫 𝐝 ó 𝐧 . ¡ 𝐐𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐥 𝐯 𝐢 𝐞 𝐧 𝐭 𝐨 𝐬 𝐨 𝐩 𝐥 𝐞 𝐚 𝐭 𝐮 𝐟 𝐚 𝐯 𝐨 𝐫 ! 』

santiago cabrera, homosexual, cis male + he/him → is that not galileo skywarden? i have seen them bearing the crest of vissai, their loyalty worn plain upon their garb. they are said to have lived for fifty-one winters and are of the human folk, shaped by blood and custom alike. by birth, choice, or circumstance, they walk the path of a master of ships, a place they now hold in the world. those who speak of them name them both disarming and resourceful, though not without flaw, for they are likewise rebellious and hedonistic.

look closer still, and you will find their tastes laid bare:  sun-kissed skin with the taste of sea salt in it, the joyous strum of a lute that invites you to dance, luscious curls of black and gray that blow against the ocean's breeze— small signs of who they truly are.

basics ;;

◇ full name: lazarus galileo skywarden. ◇ nickname: leo, captain, the sea dragon. ◇ age: fifty-one. ◇ gender: cis male. ◇ pronouns: he/him. ◇ species: human. ◇ kingdom: vissai. ◇ title: prince of the realm, master of ships. ◇ civil status: single. ◇ religion: the sixteen headed beast. ◇ language: the common tongue, vissaian, draconic, thalrinn, umorian. ◇ romantic orientation: homoromantic. ◇ sexual orientation: homosexual. ◇ sexual temperament: dominant. ◇ sexual position: versatile.

relationships ;;

◇ parents: king julius stefan skywarden, queen tatianna blazewind. ◇ siblings: king alaric gaius skywarden (eldest brother), and five more after him. ◇ friends: too many to list them. ◇ significant other: none. ◇ children: none that he is aware of.

physical traits ;;

◇ face claim: santiago cabrera. ◇ eye colour: dark brown. ◇ hair: greying black curls, often unruly. ◇ height: five foot, eleven inches. ◇ body build: athletic, well-defined muscles yet slender of figure. ◇ facial/body hair: a well-groomed moustache which curls on both ends, and a beard of black and grey to match - thick dark body hair that coats both arms and both legs, as well as his chest and pubes. ◇ tattoos + piercings: a dragon's silhouette on his left shoulder, an anchor with seaweed wrapping around it on the right one, a dagger on his right thigh with several ink mark for every port he has landed on for the first time. a simple golden hoop on his pierced left earlobe. ◇ notable physical traits: a silver tooth right next to his left fang, rounded nose, a well-defined jawline.

hopes and fears ;;

◇ dreams: of freedom, living his life without a care. ◇ phobias/fears: entrapment, being stiffed once again by his birth title. ◇ mental disorders: potential alcoholic.

personality ;;

◇ intelligence: musical - almost second nature to the prince, music had always captivated him ever since his days at court, and while it took some time, it didn't take much effort for him to polish and perfect his skills with his voice, the lute, the flute, the harp, the vielle, amongst others; intrapersonal - for his tongue is not only good for singing, galileo knows how to carry himself in any situation, with an undeniable charisma that has gotten him out of many a trouble. ◇ likes: sailing, swimming, singing, dancing, exploring, stargazing, sword-fighting, his ship, feasts, sex, card games, thick leathers, large hats, adrenaline, folktales, bonfires, strong liquors, ransacking. ◇ dislikes: law enforcement, royal duties, staying put, fancy clothes, perfumes, cold weather, silence, small places, "humourless c*nts". ◇ positive attributes: disarming, resourceful, witty, freethinking, eloquent, focused, honest, observant. ◇ negative attributes: rebellious, hedonistic, cynical, undisciplined, deceitful, inconsiderate, crass.

combat ;;

◇ weapons of choice: sword, spear. ◇ powers: no more than his silver tongue.

aesthetics ;;

◇ aesthetics: sun-kissed skin with the taste of sea salt in it, the joyous strum of a lute that invites you to dance, luscious curls of black and gray that blow against the ocean's breeze, a leather hat with a pillowing feather on its brim, the creaking noise of a bed as passion unravels on it, the whistle of a new tune in the making, a cup half-full of wine, intricate tattoos adorning dark skin, the warmth of the summer sun above the ritrinc coast. ◇ inspo: killian jones (captain hook) from once upon a time (2011), lyonel baratheon from a knight of the seven kingdoms, eugene fitzherbert/flynn rider from tangled (2010), jaskier from the witcher (2019), prince fiyero tigelaar from wicked: the untold story of the witches of oz (2003), puss in boots from the shrek franchise.

kinks ;;

◇ kinks: kissing, groping, frotting, dirty talk, licking, blowjobs (giving/receiving), rimming (giving/receiving), , biting/marking (giving/receiving), nipple play, hair pulling, fingering, breeding, bath sex, public, outdoors, vouyerism, threesomes/orgies, toys, drunk sex, aftercare. ◇ anti-kinks: blood play, watersports, scat.

background ;;

　　the seventh and last child of king julius and queen tatianna, galileo had always been a tough one to handle. his mother had died in childbirth, which left julius with the sole responsibility of making him an upstanding prince, someone worthy of the skywarden crest. unfortunately for him, the child was not as interested in fulfilling such expectations. 　　it all began with his dragon egg. the boy had been assigned an egg, as per vissaian tradition, and looked after it as he was intended to do, up to the day it was meant to hatch. once the shell began to crack, the reptile's head peaked out, and galileo's small hand slowly reached out to greet the creature who would soon become his best friend. 　　and then the dragon bit him. 　　julius was aghast. none of his other children had been received with such animosity by their respective dragons. the egg was taken away, the beast later bonding with some other member of court. the incident proved to not be an isolated instance, as the dragons that belonged to galileo's siblings would not take kindly to him either. tamed as they were, they'd often back away from him, growl at his presence. later in life, galileo would just jokingly comment that his father's own "dragon" had run out of fire to breathe into him. 　　with no dragon to bond with, it didn't take long before galileo's legitimacy was put into question through ill-intentioned whispers. julius' fury showing itself in the way he treated his son. his efforts to dicipline him became tougher, and the prince reacted accordingly. he would escape from the confines of the castle to explore the capital, climb the mountains he'd never soar over, fool around with nobles and peasants alike. 　　it didn't take long before a heated, nay violent argument ended with the patience of both father and son. julius was ready to exhile his youngest to the veilwatch, but in the middle of the night, galileo stole as much money as he could take, hopped on his horse and rode far away from drakereach. he reached the docks, and there he found his calling. 　　his brothers had talked so much of what it felt to ride a dragon, and sailing was perhaps the closest galileo would experience to that. the wind in his hair, the water splashing against his skin. the boy had never felt so free in his life. barely sixteen, the young prince renounced to his title, knowing he was destined to be nothing but a spare anyway. instead, he learned the ropes of piracy, a art which thrilled him like no other thing had. he travelled all across liathra, experiencing first-hand everything those boring books could never teach him. he even learned how to properly play music, a talent his father had never allowed to flourish. 　　years went on, and the cabin boy had grown into the dashing captain of his own ship, the sea song. he would have continued with the rowdy lifestyle he had grown used to, had it not been for a particular letter he received one day. his father had died, and his dear brother summoned him back to vissai. perhaps it was the sheer amusement of presenting himself back home without an ounce of shame what convinced him to comply to alaric's request. knowing fully well that they'd all recognise his face from the many wanted posters that captured his handsome likeness so well. what he didn't expect, however, was the offer he'd be presented with. 　　the kingdom needed a master of ships. it seemed that the illness that had taken out julius did not take him alone. and alaric knew that there was no other soul in vissai that knew the seas as well as his little brother did. conditions were discussed, all of his crimes were to be absolved, as well as those of his crew mates, whom all would be given a place somewhere in the royal navy. galileo would not need to do anything beyond his duties, with free reign on how he'd handle said tasks. a reluctant alaric agreed to such conditions, only praying to the winged beast that his decision had been the correct one. galileo was willing to prove him so.