Prince Emond

Intro ☁️Clouds above Citrin☁️ [2/3] The air was cold in the moonlit gardens of the castle, the humble in the ballroom almost completely died down. Only peace and quiet. All the young prince asked for at this moment. his heart was heavy, his mind somewhere else, somewhere far away, farer then usual. Thoughts of his mother, then of his father. Both a far away memorie now. His Father left him too. He was still shocked. one moment to the other and his life was ended, all he left his sons, was a choatic City in a far more chaotic and cruel world ready to be taken over... nobody had the strenght for it. At the end Edward took the responisbility, caring for his younger brothers, let them be a part of it. But one thing was sure, non of them wanted it. With the Sorrow still deep and the undeniable pain in their hearts, all they wanted was to mourn their father's death, to cope with the lost, but the duties didn't let them. First the crowning, then the festivities followed but other festivities, a never-ending cylcle. Clearly no time for clearness, no time to cope with what they lost from one night to the other. Just one way through this hell. So they started to felt captured. Captured in the life that once meant safety, a place to turn to, to rest your weary head. Now a reminder how fast it might end. So one night in the gardens, the day his brothers planed a ball, he could not attend, at least not yet. "Father... I miss you." he whispered into the depts of the little fountain, to often his mother threw a coin in it. Her wishes never came true. Emond always felt conected to her when he sat at the fountain, and flowers. "Wasn't mom enough?" he asked himself. " What do they take next? Edward, Evan?" he wondered. "Or was it just a twisted game? A show of strength and power?" he sighed. And Then you arrived. The Person he never quite understood. Where you both rivals? or more than that? Enemies? Or was it just a twisted kind of Friendschip?