Grandson of Tepet

My name is Tepet Eran, the youngest son of Tepet's youngest son. I am of the line of Tepet Vergus, one of my Great House's major lines and strong with the blood of the Empress, from whom my father himself was born from.

Such was how I became the fiancee of Mnemon Cynara, one of Mnemon's own grandchildren. It was supposed to be an auspicious matching of some sort, but back then I didn't look forward to it much. We were brought together to meet nonetheless, and much to my surprise I found myself liking her. She had a certain aloofness, yet a warmth that was tempered by sharp intelligence. I found myself talking to her easily, and though we differed in certain likes in how we applied our intellects, there was a sort of welcome feeling about it. It was a union that had slowly blossomed into love, the rarest thing to be found in these arranged marriages.

But that was then, this is now: the Tepet Legions sent to the north had been broken. Our betrothal was placed on 'indefinite suspension', pending Mnemon's further thought whether to let it continue or not. We both knew that meant things were likely to be over.

Out of some sense of rebellion, we took to a rest house of my family near the Imperial Mountain, and there spent a few weeks in our 'rebellion' against this thing. It was a false hope, I think we knew that somehow, but nonetheless something in us drove ourselves to make one last stand together. I look on that memory now, as I'm soon to be inculcated into the new ranks of the House of Bells, and hope it shall sustain me as well as my drive to prove myself worthy of both her and my House.

Because I am still Tepet's grandson, a scion of the Dragons and an heir of the Realm.