[Primus]
My father never approved of my love of music. I was born to be a lord, not a bard.
My mother had different ideas for her sons, thankfully, and allowed me my indulgence. Since Father was often away, dealing with diplomatic issues, I didn't have to worry about his thoughts on the matter. I could be whomever I wanted as long as he was away.
But then one night he came home with a marriage proposal. My bride was to arrive in two months' time, he told me, and I was to become a proper lord before then. When the guards came and burned all of my music, broke my lute, and took away my books, I was resigned to my fate. I spent the next month miserable as I learned how to lead, fight, and be everything my father needed in his oldest son.
"Let your brother take the title," my mother wou
