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Alistair followed after her without another word. Now, the question is, what do we make of all that? In fact, what do you make of any of that. The cynical voice seemed to have been considering the Princess's response more than Alistair had. What do you mean? She didn't really react at all. In...

He thought for a moment. Hold on a moment Alistair, she can read minds. Why would she ask you this? The cynical voice sounded serious. Never call me by name again, or I'll bash my head in until you leave. Alistair snapped at the voice, even if it did make perfect sense. Well, what do I think of...

After having wondered around the library for some time, picking up the odd book and flicking through it to see if it was interesting, Alistair began to make his way back. Attempting to retrace his steps, he noted that the place smelled rather musty from the endless old books. This place feels...

Alistair gazed in awe at the endless rows of books, scrolls and other papers that lined the shelves. Maybe there are books on advanced alchemy. He joked to himself, surveying the layout of the library with great wonder. While looking around, he answered Seraphine's question somewhat distantly...

A little bewildered by the situation but not forgetting his etiquette, Alistair eyed the Empress with great curiosity, offering a courteous nod as he smiled graciously. Why would Seraphine have to run from her own guards? He asked himself, addressing the Empress with respectable eloquence. "Not...

Alistair did not know entirely what to make of this. You're being manipulated, and you know it. Look at how quickly she turned from being sympathetic, to trying to drag you into her politics. The cynical voice's incessant jeering was starting to get on Alistair's nerves, but he couldn't help but...

He rubbed his eyes, seemingly refusing to sob or shed tears in front of Seraphine. He replied to her in a tone that was slightly calmer, but still reflected the bitterness of his decision. "I left because my parents and I had very different points of view. They made no attempt to peruse me when...

Alistair was slightly startled from her coming up behind him in the way that she did. Wait what? Did she just run after you? You lucky son of a- He silenced the voice, listening to Seraphine as she spoke to him. He looked pretty flustered from the looks of his face, his eyes portraying a forlorn...

Alistair was suddenly rather confused at the situation. Wait, what? What did you say? You did everything I told you to do. This isn't right at all. Even the mocking voice, which generally outwitted most was slightly baffled. Alistair, they may be able to hear us. This rather sent him into shock...

Alistair grimaced with disdain and disgust at the laughter and mocking from the Terisian nobility. Primitive cultures reject what they do not understand, that is why they must be subjugated and colonized. Several of Alistair's facial muscles twitched at the thought of his father's stern...

[Note to self part 2 'reloaded': Fill in lore when you come up with it. Also, don't swan around with your character creation/province creation please. Thank you Karl, you charming, wickedly smart, talented, etc, emperor, practically a god, no god emperor, are you sure, yes im sure.]

Alistair looked rather puzzled at the situation. How in Aerion's glorious name could he- No, its impossible. Unless, wait, is the thinking of the Sa'iivik? What a fool, how do these people even create false sunlight indoors without knowing basic history. "With all due respect, good sir, I have...

Alistair hesitated for a moment, considering the question being posed to him. Well, technically you don't have to tell them everything. They just want to know were you're from, right? He gave a charming smile to the King, unaware of who he was exactly. He spoke in his native accent in response...

Alistair gave the crowd that appeared to be watching him a bit of an awkward glance for a moment. Oh come on, you can do better than that. Man up Alistair, your parents would be ashamed of you! He smiled, nodding his head courteously at the Princess. Summoning what was left of his pride and...

Alistair stared at her in awe as the Princess entered the hall, performing a small, courteous bow along with the others. She's a keeper Alistair, you lucky bastard. Maybe you should be honest with her. Besides, the likelihood of you ever seeing home again is second to none, and you don't meet...

Upon exiting the market, Alistair noticed how late it was from the way the light changed inside the vast cavern. That can't be a natural occurrence. He thought to himself before realizing how late it was. Alistair, you need to get back. What would your parents say if you were torn to pieces...

Alistair raised an eyebrow at the through of being trapped by a curfew. Why would a place like this impose a curfew? There's something I'm not being told here. He thought as he nodded and smiled. "I'll make sure to be back on time then." He said almost jokingly as he exited through the front...

Alistair seemed a little dazed by how amazing such a strange place was, he remained in silence for a moment until he came to his senses slightly. He spoke in a somewhat distant tone, as though his mind is a world away from his current situation. "Everything is-" He paused while lost in though...

[Note to self: stop changing tenses Karl, you anachronistic fool. <3]

Alistair looked up at the Princess from feeding his horse a carrot with an expression of great concern. He let out a long, sustained and tired sigh as she finished her sentence, looking down the road with a forlorn stare. The horse finished the end of the carrot off and he stroked it gently on...