Eris had been summoned by his father, Beron. He stood in front of his father, hands behind his back, chin raised, the picture of the future High Lord. “You asked to see me, father?” Beron simply studied his son with a cruel glare. “Have you heard of Nia, the lost princess?” Eris fought the urge to roll his eyes, he had heard too much of this princess, her whole family had been murdered, but rumor is, Nia survived…