Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-3293219-20170606182304

Iden decided, after much deliberation, that he would go to grand feast. He would much rather go to the inn but he knew that, as loathesome as it was, he wasn't going to make any influencial friends there.

This was the first time he'd met anyone in his own family before. He wasn't a legitimate child, so he was always swept away, like an unclean dog, whenever anyone came to visit. Father even had him pose as kitchen staff at one point and beat him for dropping a wooden bowl.

He entered the Ballroom, with some trepedation, scowling as he did so. He seriously didn't enjoy the pomp and ceremony. He honestly didn't get the issue with them being Brother and Sister, perhaps spending so much of his time with 'savages' meant that it was lost to him. To him, it was a bigger crime that they were both rich, pure blood, spoilt little shits.

Course, he didn't ever say that aloud or show that he was thinking it.

He shuffled over to the nearest table and took a seat, wondering how this garbage was supposed to go down.