The sun slowly rose on the frosty plains near castle Zaxon as I rode eastward.

I wonder if father will send soldiers to look for me once he notices my absence. I thought, probably not, I'm not his heir after all. It's not worth his effort.

My name is Tulen Daccar von Forseti. 2nd child of the Duke of Zaxon and nephew of the late King of Silesse.

And a run away knight as of half an hour ago.

I sighed as I journeyed along the road to Lübeck, it was a beautiful- if slightly misty- morning that by all rights I should've enjoyed riding through.

But I couldn't, my mind dwelt on to many somber thoughts.

My lord father desired the throne of Silesse, of which he could not legally inherit unless the line of his late brother, the former King, went extinct.

So my fathers claim and subsequent plot to rebellion would've died without gaining much support, if not for one tiny little problem.

The heir of sillesse and the only child of the King, Lewyn, decided to go missing without a trace.

Jackass.

So now allllllll of those nobles who would've happily sided with the Queen and her son Lewyn suddenly thought: "oh well, sense the royal brat is missing. That means we can support rival claimants, like the brothers of the king, Dukes Daccar and Maios, to became King! That way, we can destabilize the kingdom and throw everything into chaos, YAY!"

...

I guess you can't blame them solely for this problem, blame that idiot Lewyn leaving the realm and throwing it into this situation to begin with,

he's probably partying up a storm in some foreign country.

Jackass.

So that leaves me, why did I decide to leave Silesse? Well, let me explain that in my 3 step plan.

1: Find Lewyn.

2: Drag his sorry ass back to Silesse.

3: Make sure he gets coronated as King of Silesse.

Hopefully, and I mean hopefully that will solve the succession dispute.

Probably won't, but hey, finding the legitimate heir of my country would probably strengthen the Queens legitimacy and make some nobles join her side again, which would lead to a shorter civil war and less over all damage to the Kingdom.

And so here I was, on my trusty horse (because those damn Pegasi wouldn't let men ride them, sexist equines.) with my lance and wind tome. Traveling to Forseti-knows where in hopes to find a prince I don't particularly like, so that I could drag him back to sit on a throne that he really wasn't suited for.

Damn it Lewyn.

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And that's Chapter 1, if there was any spelling errors, grammar issues or anything of that sort please tell me, I'm new to writing and all criticism is welcome. Have a great day!

Disclaimer, I don't own Fire Emblem, Nintendo does.