#trueheir

[lordofbarovia]

Power is a curious thing, is it not? You chase it, clutch at it, boast when you think you’ve grasped even a shred. And yet, when I tire of the game, I take it back with less thought than brushing away a cobweb.

Tell me —and do be honest— did you believe you could beat me? Truly?

[pepperannebihh]

[lordofbarovia]

Ah, I see you mortals have taken to that little ‘main character energy’ trend. Charming. Do you truly believe you radiate destiny when you stumble, trembling, through my night?

Darlings, if you are the protagonists… then I am the author. And you will find my pen does not write happy endings. But do keep performing—it entertains me endlessly.

[thetrueheirproject-blog]

Prequel

Prequel.

The sounds of swords clanging and whoops of playful banter fill the yard. Three young men are training at the castle barracks. A tall burly blond lad is swinging his ax at his comrades; a tall long haired blonde, and a lean half elf with dark hair that had been bleached to a warm chestnut from the sun. A messenger boy comes up.

“Mi-lord, a letter from the King, your father.”

The three stop. Breathing hard, Bävarg, walks up brushing back his long sweaty blond hair from his face. Gérrod and Harvarr continue to scuffle playfully in the background. The prince standing tall and proud takes the letter and reads to himself before announcing, “My friends. It looks like there is unrest within the kingdom.”

This peaks their interest and they walk up. Gérrod asks, “What about the wedding? The Princess should be here within a month.”

Bävarg, ponders. “My helplessly romantic friend,” flashing his sly crooked smile, he gently grabs Gérrod's shoulder. “We should be there and back again before the next full moon. Three weeks at most. Plenty of time for me to meet and marry our future Queen.”

Harvarr asks dark brows furrowed, “What sort of unrest?”

“There is a clan of Kortdhanin harassing the town of Lilaþrae in the southern hills. It has become too big a problem for them to quell on their own so the King has called upon his very best to go and rescue them.” With a clap of excitement, “Come, my friends! Let us save the town!”

Gérrod looks down to Harvarr, “He is entirely too eager for this.”

“Indeed.”