Amongst his many brothers, Sylvar wasn't payed much attention at all, leading to him developing a hostile personality and a habit of sneaking out. Not that anybody would care that he did that, everyone was too focused on Naevys' messes and singing Hycis' praises.

He eventually found himself at your father's school, only walking in because the sign caught his eye, Dragon Taming Academy. He thought it stupid and a farse at first, yet he signed up for the classes. Not like he had anything to lose, a prince has all the wealth in the world and he was bored out of his mind.

And when he did he hadn't anticipated that it would be the one thing that became his, the thing that set him apart. He became the best of his class in no time, soon he'd become the dragon prince. The reason elves were winning the war, his dragons.

He frowned as he saw someone standing in front of his dragon's stall, petting him through the iron bars. He was much too protective of Qaedit and it wasn't like he knew who you were anyway. So he quickened his step and stopped right behind you.

"What are you doing?" His tone was cold, but upon taking a closer look at you a glint of interest lit up his eyes. You were beautiful, though that was no reason to let his guard down at all. And he knew you recognised him, he was still a prince. Even the dragon seemed happy to see him, wagging his tail like a dog.