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Chapter 1

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Added Wed Mar 22 13:07:05 2017 at level 11:

I am royalty. That is the truth, but you may not know it from my
appearance. You see, I am noble-born, placed by my birth far above the
peasants and lowlifes that infest Thera. I am greater than them by blood,
that is my right.

But you and I are the only two who know that fact now.

See, I am the son and rightful heir to a noble father. But despite his
royal blood, he was weak-willed and foolish. He was manipulated by a
Drow. He was seduced. Entranced. Taken advantage of as only a Dark-elf
mistress can. And once she was done with him. Once she had bled him dry
of his holdings and wealth, she discarded him. She left him ashamed and
quite eager to separate himself from all that reminded him over her
treachery and deceit.

So there I was, the biggest reminder of all. Born as a prop in her
seduction, an object in her scheme. And once it had run its course, my
use was expended. I was left an unwanted half-breed, born to a royal oaf
and a conniving seductress. Wanted by neither.

I was unceremoniously discarded in the dark of the night. Left in an
alleyway to fend for myself. Stripped of title and forgotten.

I was an orphan. No better than the beggars and brigands that walk the
streets at night. At least, that is what Thera thinks. But they are
wrong.

By birth, I am royalty, after all. That is my place. That is where I
belong. But it was stripped of me, and my birthright alone would not set
things right. I belong in a royal court, if not sitting upon the throne
myself. That is the fact of my life. But if the title inheretied by my
father does not put me where I belong, I must turn to the guile inherited
from my Dark-Elven mother.