[h3]Taelor Ω August[/h3]

Taelor stood with his brothers and openly expressed, more than once, a whiny "I don't want to be here". Before occupying himself with reaching out and flicking locks of Drieuhn's hair when he wasn't looking.

As their father spoke and cast his eye over them all Taelor nodded and smiled to maintain the facade that he was actually listening. Which he wasn't, of course. No, his mind wandered back to his bedchamber, where he was sure a lusty demoness and her friends waited for him.

His attention was drawn by the word "exile", however, and from that point on his attention was genuine. What was with this flurry of rules all of a sudden? Surely his father was joking- this was all some delayed April fools joke or something. They didn't even follow human traditions so it made his assumption all the more ridiculous. With each new rule he groaned, leaning against Ruomahl, he weakly mumbled,

"Brother- Father's cruelty knows no end. Save us- repent all your sins or whatever. You are his favorite, you know." He said just before he spotted Chobach gripping his face and shaking. Taelor saw an opportunity. He whispered to Ruomahl,

"Surely our brother Chobach does not think you are worthy. Look how he laughs at you, brother."

The demon prince bowed his head to his mother as she finished speaking, to show his clear disdain towards his fathers words.

"Gracious mother. I will not disappoint you. Your beloved son Taelor Famzhur will return with a bride and rule a kingdom of mortal sin as your majesty and the demon king have requested."

He made a point only to address his mother and to honor only her- so sharp was his rage toward his father. He felt like this punishment was unjust. An injury to his pride.