Role

Chapter 1

The air around his mother, Gwenyth, darkened to his eye as she spoke to the
blade she was manipulating. This happened more and more around her, as if
he could see the poison of her words take form. Her large bossom was on
display and the fool was distracted enough to fall for her words. Another
victory for the devious necromancer as she sent the blade after a shadow for
no real reason at all.

As he left, she turned to him and he tensed and grew very alert. Her words
were never clear lies to him. Instead they always aimed to manipulate him to
do whatever she desired at that time, often spying or menial tasks. Today
she simply turned away and went about her own matters. He breathed a quiet
sigh of relief. He had taken to the shadows naturally, and she was grooming
him to one day be the Shadow Lord. It would almost appear as if she wanted
the best for him, yet in reality she wished him there to have firm control of
one of the seats of the council to mount the throne. The pathway she took
involved lying, cheating, killing, bribing, or fucking anyone that stood in
her way. Though that last was a dangerous ploy, as his father could attest.
As soon as she had got him positioned properly, she had lied to get him made
anathema then killed him.

Xisaer still saw him for quite a while though, as Gwenyth had raised him and
set him to the most menial of tasks. This mostly involved watching Xisaer as
a youth.