You take your seat next to your parents, Ser Harrowbell, and young Prince Berothel. It seems there's a rather gloomy atmosphere around the end of the incredibly long dining table, the crest of House Yerivel dawns the chairs the family sits on. Everyone over there looks pale as a ghost, the entire lineage (for what is left of it) sits gray and idle despite the excitement accumulating at the table around them.

Your father notices your staring at them, the young daughter and sole heiress to their throne looks down at her plate, a black eye adorned on her face as her father sternly watches her.

"Pay no mind to them boy. The war was not kind to them, a payment their line had well spilt in blood. Even our once enemies are welcome for a second chance at this table." Your father tells you.

The young princess looks over at you, her piercing violet eyes seem to analyze your very being, that is until she catches your father looking at her as well and begins to glare a hole through your body.

Prince Berothel notices this and lightly jabs your shoulder, "princesses are so entitled, you lost.. like, get over it right?" He chuckles as he tells you.

>Father, what exactly happened to their family during the war?

>Laugh at Berothel's cruel joke

>Straighten Berothel out, that's no way to address a royal house.

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