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Erga Kenesis di Raskreia, the name given to the child by the Lord and his wife.
As she grew up, it increasingly became noticeable that she had taken after her late mother, despite solely being raised by the Lord for most of her life.
She would be described as strict, conventional, fastidious, obedient — yet she would also inherit her mother's headstrong attitude for things she stood for. It came as a surprise, for the Lord's wife passed away just a few years after the child had been born.
As far as Raskreia knew, she herself couldn't remember much about her own mother, such is the effect of living more than a human lifespan. Though, she would often hear that her father was reminded of his late wife from Raskreia's personality.
Her father on the other hand, was almost complete opposite of his daughter.
The Lord was a sage and blithe ruler, rather easygoing, and always was fond of human traditions. He raised his daughter, and was determined to protect her at all costs, for she was the most precious gift his wife ever gave him. It would even be to the point that if Raskreia would not desire the Lordship, he would swiftly agree with no less than a smile on his face.
At heart, the Lord would truly prefer his daughter not inheriting the title. Being the Lord is a heavy burden, undertaking the role of one of the pillars in the Noble race is evidently not an easy task. And it would be a dangerous, to say the least. He would always remind his daughter of how much of a burden this role would put on her shoulders, and that she should not hesitate to confess her feelings about becoming heir to the throne. Yet to the Lord's disbelief, what only transpired was the opposite.
".... My little princess, are you sure about your decision?" He would ask, only further receiving the same responses from his daughter each time. "Father, I have no inclinations to change my decision."
The Lord could only sigh in dismay. "Hahh... She is too stubborn." He said to his companion, walking just a few ways behind the noble. "But, she truly does remind me of her mother. Her headstrong and stubborn attitude just solidifies it further. Even her way of talking reminds me of her." The blond noble gave a chuckle as he walked down the halls, lined with marble pillars that opened up to the courtyard. "Maybe I should've taught her to be more carefree earlier than I did before..." Spotted in the distance was a young-looking girl circling around the fountain, trailing her hands on the granite.
"... 'My Lord?' " The other noble walking with him called out, turning behind.
"Hm..?" The noble stood a few steps behind, facing the courtyard as he stared at his daughter. "Oh my, isn't my precious princess just so cute?" The Lord asked.
".... I personally believe my youngest son is cuter."
"Oh? What's this?" The blond-haired noble turned to look at him. "How bold of you Rowan. To say that to your Lord outright, have you no shame?"
"I was merely jesting, Lucius." The other man gave a dry chuckle, stepping beside the Lord. "Either way, we both hold the same position in this country after all."
"Then will it be too much to ask if the son you find oh-so cuter than my daughter meet my lovely princess?"