“So, what’s your deal, Fayaris? What made you turn against your people? I mean we all have our reasons why we either betrayed our people or left. We’ve never heard your side yet.” Galan asked as he and the others sat around a large wooden table as the former Snow Elf Prince scoffed.
“It’s none of your business, drunk, but if you must know.” Fayaris said before downing his tankard of warm mead. He leaned back in his chair while putting a boot on the table with menacing glare. It was apparent he did not want to speak about his past, but since the question was brought up for the 100th time. Fayaris decided to finally entertain them.
“Surprisingly, I wasn’t the massive dick you have all come to know and love.” He said as the people who worked with either let out a laugh or groan before drinking their poison of choice. “No, I was your average prince, who had a hard time fitting in. Most claim it was due to me not being friendly enough and hanging out with too many people older than I.” Fayaris shrugged as he rocked back and forth in his chair.
“Who knows the truth on that? But what I do know is that my life changed when that sister of mine came along.” Malice and pure anger spewed from his lips as he spat at a random spot on the floor while folding his arms in disgust. “Can I get you anything else?” A Llillairot, a Humanoid plant woman with beautiful blossoms, asked a Cocktail Waitress named Alraune while taking away their empty mugs. “Just your loving embrace.” Algor said sweetly as he felt Galan smack him upside the head. “She’s not on the menu, you perv.” He drunkenly snarled as she backed away slowly as the two got into each others’ faces.
Fayaris let out a warning whistle causing the two and the other patrons of The Hissing Leaf Tavern to stop their conversations and stare at the scene. The Snow Elf Prince glared at his two comrades before turning to the rest of the place.
“I apologize for the interruption. Please go back to your drinks and conversations.” He said while glancing over at the humanoid White Seal bartender, named Neptune.
“Could you please give a round to the house on me, my good man?” Fayaris asked kindly as the man gave a nod, who graciously started the orders of shots, and whatever else someone wanted as Fayaris sat back down as the room grew in volume.
“Smooth. Like always.” Galan remarked as another round of mead was served and Fayaris rolled his eyes. “You fuckers do this all the time. There’s a reason why I don’t bother saying anything with you halfwits are around.” He hissed. Fayaris huffed while slinking back in his chair and holding his mead mug. “Now, where was I before you two started going at it?” He mulled. “Something about how your sister came along?” Almos reminded.
“Ah, yes. How could I have forgotten so easily?” Fayaris remarked bitterly as he took a giant swig of his drink. “At the time I didn’t know how I felt on becoming a sibling, but what I do know is she was chosen over me on getting the throne.” The same malice from before spewed from his lips as glared angrily at molasses amber colored drink. “Many thought I had turned on them due to speaking with my dear Great Grandparents, Droinyon and Ilythyrra. I do not see whatever the issue was with me speaking to them.” Fayaris’ voice became hard yet sincerity could be heard.
“All they wanted was their old home, their old way of living back. How hard is that to understand? While I understand that we didn’t have a traditional monarchy system, it bothered me that she got the throne over me.” Fayaris snarled as he slammed down whatever was left of his drink in one go. “I’m sorry, but I cannot continue this conversation.” He said rising from his seat. Fayaris paid his tabs and left the tavern, leaving everyone confused.
The night breeze was frigid, which was expected for that part of Floria in the North of Bolyra, but the cold didn’t bother him as he walked towards the nearby harbor where the White Tides stood in a calm, pristine manner as Fayaris glared at the waters. “The only reason I turned on those Snow Elves bastards is because they decided to remain soft and weak. The people need to be ruled by power and fear. Isn’t that what you always told me, Droinyon and Ilythyrra?” He said under his breath before starting to laugh. “I’ll show them! I’ll show all of them! And that whore of a sister will perish along with them!”
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