He understood what she meant. The book was written by people who saw like that. A person who thought that only the king mattered and everyone that didn't have either money or royal blood was a pawn. He could see how the royals believed such a thing, but in the real world, he pawns were the real people who got things done. He remembered her saying that it was just her kind. From what he read, the Lost Elves were strong enough to battle the High Elves in ways such as magic, and could easily face off various Human races in weapon based combat. Many races feared them and created an uneasy alliance to bring down people whom they considered too powerful, and a large threat. It was wrong. The Lost Elves rarely ever tried to fight off anyone else, other than the few times when other races tried to claim their land. It was disgusting to read about.

He had ignored Eric when he came in with food, deciding that he wasn't hungry just yet and would wait until then. He nodded at Anastasia and looked at her. "That is how the Royals see the world. It's a cruel fact of life, but We cannot do anything about it..."