It was another week before He again passedthem at the portrait on the wall. this was the time he noticed the curotisty in her eyes. He sighs with a soft chuckle and turns them to face the protrait. "My father...Beriadan" he begins pointing to the larger blonde male. "Regan, Raphael, DÃ»rion, Suiadan, Valdaglerion, Arphenion, Mornenion, Beriogelir, Sya," he stops to take a breath pointing them out in order they are seen from left to right "My mother...Vendethiel" he seemed slightly shaken at her name "Megildur, and VoronwÃ«" he looks to her reading the questions towards where they had all been taken. "My father and all my brothers but Myself and Regan where killed in a fire set upon our castle at the time to destroy our famil. The people responsible were against magic and wanted to rid the world of us... they failed and were killed a week later... My brother was 18 and took the thrown. My mother fell into a deep depressiona nd died of nemonia three weeks later. At the time i was only three. My brother and his wife raised me, not having a child of thier own till i was suitable to take care of myself. Since I was the only dragon born of our family. My brother and his wife Casondra concieved and were murdered in the town a month before the due date... that night I was corinated at the age of 16.... you pretty much know the rest..." he looked to her his voice far mor calm then it should be yet his eyes were glazed as if frozen in time to hide the true pain.<br/><br/>Sya sat at the desk reading over the requests afew villagers had made regarding seed rashins from the fruit gardens on the palase grounds, being kind as always granting each as they wished. jhis glasses shimmering and shining reflecting the flames fdancing in the fire he lit himself to his side. His queens rocking chair sitting empty like a ghost. A slight frown shown on his face as he missed her deerly when she was away. However he knew he had work to do and so did she so he sucks it up and keeps focused on his tak at hand.