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(Third Person POV)
"Wake up, Riktor." Mya stood over the bed where Riktor laid face-down, "Riktor!"
Riktor groaned as he lifted his face up from the pillow, his black locks getting in the way of his eyes, "Huh?" He said, "W-What is it?"
Mya stood next to the bed, her arms crossed, "Another one, Riktor?" She asked while tapping her finger on her arm, "Another one? Have you no restraint?"
"Another what?" Riktor turned to the side, his eyes squinted, "What is it, Mother?"
Mya had a serious scowl on her face, "Don't act a fool, Riktor." She said, "Your Father takes those actions very seriously. You best hope that they keep their mouths shut and that you stop what you're doing! My patience is running thin, son."
Riktor frowned, "What's the big deal?" He asked, "Nobody's forcing anyone to do anything."
"Oh, is that what you think?" Mya asked, "You think they do it because they want to? Or is it because you are the Heir of House Drakkengard and Drakken's son? Whether or not they are being forced, their safety is in jeopardy. If you are forcing them, that will not bide well with us all. And if they aren't being forced, then they will be punished because the Law is absolute, Riktor!"
Riktor sat there, scratching his cheek, "If it makes you feel better, one of them was two years older-"
"Quiet!" She said, "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble this could bring to the Trinity? We'd be lucky if the people think nothing of it, considering you are a Demigod. But examples must be made, Riktor. As heir, you bear that responsibility."
Riktor looked down, "Alright." He said, "I am sorry."
"Your Father is going to turn a blind eye, he isn't stupid." Mya continued, "Don't let it happen again and don't keep those women from doing their jobs. We don't want them to get the wrong idea."
"Not much privacy here." Riktor muttered
"No." Mya told him
"Well, you and Father do it all the time, it shouldn't be a-" He started
"We're adults!" Mya cut him off, "Enough, get dressed and meet your brother in the gathering room, Sylas has returned."
Riktor's eyes lit up, "Oh that's today?!" He said, "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?!"
Mya rolled her eyes, "My son, I adore you with all my heart, but sometimes you test my patience." She said, "Go on and get dressed already. I am sure the two of you have plenty of catching up to do."
Riktor got up from his bed, towering over his mother as he stood at 6'0 tall at such a young age. He wasn't wearing a shirt at all, revealing his bare upper body that didn't seem to belong to a boy his age. His muscles became noticeable as he stretched his arms, a slight smile on his face.
Mya wondered how he could have gotten this tall but remembered that Drakken was quite tall and that she herself had blood of the First Men, who were claimed to be tall and powerful individuals.
Mya turned around, "Hurry up." She said,
"Your brother is waiting for you."
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"Wow, Maekar, you've gotten quite big." Sylas said as he stood in front of the young Maekar, "You're Five now?"
Maekar was wearing a dark red outfit that had silver embroidery, a serious look on his face as he stared at his brother.
"What's with your hair?" He asked
Sylas frowned, "What do you mean?" He asked, "You think there's something wrong with it?"
Maekar's hair was cut short, combed to the side as Sylas's was a bit longer than it used to be while combed straight. It appeared that Maekar was not a fan of it.
"It looks dumb." Maekar said as he had his hands balled up, "Fix it."
Sylas blinked, "Blunt, huh?"
"Ah, be nice Maekar." Maegelle patted his head, "I think it looks nice."
"My Beautiful Sylas~~~~~" Saera said as she walked up to him and hugged him tightly, "I have missed you."
"We just saw each other three months ago." Sylas said with a smile, "It wasn't that long."
Saera kissed his cheek, "Too long for me."
Maekar looked at Saera, "Clingy."
Saera smirked, "Keep it up, Maekar." She said, "I'll shower you with kisses too."
Maekar shuddered, "No." he turned around and walked away, "I rather not."
Maegelle watched this, "He's very serious." She said, "My sweet little Maekar."
"Fufu~ Acts tough but he's sweeter than he thinks." Saera chuckled
Sylas looked to side, seeing that a young boy was sitting at the far side, next to Vaella who had her hair in a braid while she read a book.
The boy's hair was long, reaching to his neck but he had a parted banf that covered his left eye. He was holding a small lute in which he was struming the cords carefully whilst Vaella smiled.
"Is that the instrument Father crafted for him?" Sylas pointed at him, "Maelor, I mean."
"Yes." Maegelle said, "Maelor was in love it with from the first moment he saw it."
"Brother!" A voice called out
Sylas turned to see a small girl running up to him and hugging his leg. The girl had black hair with white streaks in it and she looked at Riktor with her red eyes.
"Oh!" Sylas said, "Viktoria! You're so big!"
He reached down and picked her up, the girl giggled as Saera smiled while seeing this.
This was Viktoria Drakkengard, Saera's second daughter and the youngest of Drakken's children.
"Your sister has been eager to see you." Saera said, "She was quite upset that she couldn't go and see you when I went but your Father spoiled her by taking her on a ride."
"Speaking of…." Sylas looked around, "Where is he?"
"Oh, Sorry…." Maegelle frowned, "Your Father is in Dorne. He wanted to see Nymeria."
"Oh." Sylas said, "Well that's okay."
"Sylas!" A voice boomed throughout the room in a commanding tone, "You're back!"
Sylas turned to see Riktor walking up to him whilst wearing a noble black attire with the Drakkengard Sigil on the left side of his jacket. His hair was somewhat messy but it reached his neck, some of his locks were in front of his red eyes.
Mya walked in behind him, a warm smile on her face.
Saera took Viktoria in her as Sylas faced Riktor.
"Brother!" Sylas said as Riktor reached him and pulled him in for a hug, "Its been quire a long time, I did miss you."
"Haha!" Riktor said as he pulled back, "You're taller."
"So are you." Sylas said, "You'll reach Father's height in no time."
Mya walked up to Sylas and kissed him on the cheek, "Welcome back, my love." She said, "I have missed you terribly. It brings me joy to have you back. I heard you were a good boy."
"Well, yes." Sylas said, "I learned some things."
"Come brother!" Riktor wrapped his arm around his neck, "Let's go have a round of sparring!"
"Oh no." Maegelle said as they walked a few feet away from them, "I don't want explosions on the courtyard."
"Ah, don't be like that Mama…." Riktor said, "Its been a while since-…..Back up Sylas."
He let go of Sylas and his brother took a step back.
Suddenly, a large wooden polearm swung fiercely at Riktor's face who stopped it with his Telekinesis, his hand raised.
"Ah! Almost got you!" Astorias said as she smirked
The young girl was wearing a white dress as her hair was cut short to a bob. She had a smirk on her face while her red eyes pierced Riktor.
Sylas blinked, "How did she slip past my senses?"
"She's a crafty one." Riktor said with a scowl, "She's been trying to ambush me for days. She doesn't try it in my sleep because Father already scolded her."
Saera sighed, "Astorias…." She said, "Leave your brother be."
Astorias pulled back, "No." she said before looking at Sylas, "Oh."
"Hi, Sylas."