My sister and I were born into the Telcontar line of Kings. My Grandfather is King Elessar, the founder of our line. My uncle Eldarion is Crown Prince and I am his heir. I love my Grandfather and Uncle. They've been my father figures since the day I was born. My mother never had a brother and was not experienced in dealing with young boys. So it was they that spanked me as a child for pulling Arthoniel's hair. It was they that forbid me from going to my own birthday party for fighting. And I love them for it.
My mother is an incredible woman. She has raised two twins with all the love of two parents. She has fought for our honor with the vigor of a lioness. Despite her timid nature I have seen her yell down Council members when they dare suggest some indignity toward her two children. I have seen her grit her teeth and sew up my wounds from battle. But I have seen her go to bed crying. Aye, many times it has been because of some fault of mine or Arthoniel's. But there have been days—rare though they may be—that we have been perfect angels and she will cry late into the night. She thinks that we don't know. But we've heard it every night.
My sister is even more timid than my mother, if possible. She is much like our mother in attitude and personality. Ai, she is a beauty though. She takes after our Grandmother's mother, as did our father. Her long blond curls are a rarity here in Gondor. Her high cheekbones and sparkling blue eyes have attracted much attention from the members of my sex. When we were younger I beat them up for it. But many—be it male or female—do not see the beauty of her heart. They see a means to get closer to the King. She is the only eligible maiden of our line and because of it she lacks many true companions. Because of being only siblings and also our status as direct in line for the throne we have long been each other's best friend. She has helped me through many a depressed night and has quelled many a fight before I lay a hand on the offender. I bless Eru for my sister every day. I pray that she does the same for her troublesome brother.
But my father, oh what a father, I have never laid my eyes on him. Indeed, he does not even know of my existence. He never learnt of my mother's conception. It is because of him that a one hundred and twenty four year old man was asked to become a father again and raise his son's children. It is he that causes my mother to cry in the night though he has been gone these twenty five years. Oh, I have done my sonly duties. The boys my age quickly learnt that to call him traitor was to know my fist. But they are right. That man I call father betrayed his father, King, and brother, Crown Prince. He betrayed my mother, Lady. He betrayed my sister, Princess. And he betrayed me. If he e'er steps foot on my home country, my sword might find its place in his gut.
Prince Dafydd, heir to the Crown Prince