The golden petals of many sun kissed flowers coat the stone pathways stretching for miles towards the Kingdom of Glengarrow. Many watchtowers and warrior lodgings posted along the way and throughout the outer town bustle with activity, today is the day that King Theo 'The Vulture' Helmson and his wife welcome their child to the world. The much sought after land that inhabits and grounds this very kingdom has gone through decades of war with various kingdoms. It's only the past few years that peace had been established and the area was allowed to rebuild under the iron fist of King Theo's rule and the brutal tactics that brought his dynasty victory over the other houses.

Many vines dance and are spread across the protective walls surrounding the kingdom and it's bustling town. Inside the white, stony castle walls, the Queen pushes intensely and screams out in frustration. Stains of her own blood soak the royal bedsheets as the Kingdom's best doctors and scholars work away at ensuring the soon to be newborn's safe delivery.

"Gods be praised! My lord, your babe begins to crown!" One of the gathered helpers tells King Theo.

Urgently the king gets up from his seat, intently watching as you very slowly make your first appearance outside your mothers womb. Your father's long, black hair is slick with sweat, his brow is furrowed, the stress of this hours long delivery keeping him on the edge of his toes.

Slowly and safely as possible, the medical practitioners very cautiously handle your naked body as the final preparations are made in the background of the torchlit room for your birth.

With a high pitched scream you announce your newly borned presence to this world. King Theo, your father is the first one to hold your body, now wrapped in the soothing and comfortable silk garments provided by the esteemed academics who helped delivered you. Your father passes you to your mother, Queen Ilyana Helmson.

"Theo, my love... the babes eyes are as light and blue as our crest." She says, a smile cracking across her face and resting you on top of her bosom as she lays back.

"My lord, congratulations on the birth of your son," the doctor says, drawing a fist and holding it to their own chest. "As is the custom of these lands, and just as your father had done for you. It's time to name the boy." He finishes.

King Theo grasps and rubs at his own chiseled jawline in thought..

>What is your name?