"Enough with the tears," The second prince states firmly and with mild irritation. "I'm fairly certain your parents didn't make it through the attack." His voice is tinged with impatience, having no idea how to interact with young children.

You are considerably younger than his youngest brothers, yet your reaction upon seeing him is no different. Chevalier had found you amidst the wreckage of a small town near the border of Obsidian, limping and in search of your family.

With a stern warning, Chevalier intructs you, "Don't even think of leaving these grounds. The moment you step into Obsidianite territory, you'll be cut down. Do you understand?"