[h1][b]Ruomahl/Rowan[/b][/h1]
Being summoned by his father, Ruomahl nonchalantly ran his fingers through his hair, looking at everything in front of him except his parents. His fine black hair was long enough to run your figure across its luciousness, but not long enough to call it shoulder-length. Ruomahl didn't really care about being summoned. He'd just wait until this was all over, then go back to his things.

The servant spoke, but the King cut him off. Everyone else seemed annoyed, but Ruomahl didn't care. He didn't even know his name. What came next, however, Ruomahl did care about.

The King was going to make them human, he said. Ruomahl tried to make sense of this statement, but couldn't. Ruomahl couldn't think of why, and he couldn't figure what this meant. It sounded horrible, however, whatever it was. 

Then the King continued, which only served fuel Ruomahl's rage. Perhaps the food bill was a bit big and maybe they did buy a few things, but that obviously wasn't Ruomahl's fault. Except for the jewels, and the elaborate clothes, and maybe that crown he had ordered was a bit excessive, but his brother's had all done the same thing! Ruomahl couldn't rightfully let them surpass him. But to be stripped of his birthright was an unfathomable usurpation of himself that Ruomahl felt like doing nothing but screaming. 

The King continued, and he made it worse. Of course they were being sent to the human world. That wasn't so bad in itself, at least for Ruomahl. Ruomahl assumed his father knew this, and so he had done everything to make it miserable. Ruomahl would have to follow so many rules that he would likely go insane, and his brothers would go even more insane. 

At least he'd get a wife. Although Ruomahl had heard that mortal women were a bit difficult to woo. Everything about this was going to be hard. He knew nothing about the mortal world, but now he was supposed to do something as difficult as to seduce a young girl with his devilish good looks. It seemed that a war was beginning, and it would be a war of attrition.

When his mother spoke, Ruomahl wasn't expecting much. That was what he got. For now, he might as well have received an empty box. Maybe it'd be important one day, but not today.

"I suppose that's it, then," Ruomahl said, very unsatisfied.

Ruomahl would have to take one last look at his things. Hopefully there would be time for at least that.