It’s just... some little thing
We swore fealty to Stormwind when I had completed my training in Dalaran, and I suppose that is where it all began…
Recognition from higher nobility was sought after vehemently, and only a handful ever really achieved such prestige. My father was one of the lucky few in our homeland. He had the gumption to employ the finest craftsmen throughout the territory. Armor and weaponry became our specialty, and my father became renowned for his keen eye for quality. Nothing but the best was acceptable to leave any one of our workshops.
While my father built our family’s fortune, it was discovered that I possessed the capability for magical learning. In this discovery, much like the Lord Admiral’s wayward daughter, I was quickly shipped off to Dalaran to perfect my craft. It was during these years of training that things back home changed dramatically.
The rise of witchcraft and trials by hanging became commonplace. My family feared becoming accused due to my natural ability, and in time those fears became reality. The hills no longer held the peace they once had and a darkness began to consume the area. Terror began to grip hold of the people there and fingers began pointing in all directions trying to lock down a source of these issues. With no real options, my father uprooted the family and fled our home.
I was informed by a simple missive of the events unfolding back home, and of where my father had relocated the family. Stormwind was to be our new home and as I said before that is where all of this began…
Just before my return, my father said for a long time we had returned to just another face in the crowd. For all his efforts rebuilding our workshops seemed an impossible task. We had spent nearly everything we had on bringing not only our family but our workers and their families out of the hell our home had become. Thankfully that luck changed when my father was fortunate enough to meet the Marquise of Dirae, Lord Kane Holt.
Lord Holt offered my father an opportunity of a lifetime, and one we could not possibly afford to pass up. We would be given a manor and cottages for our craftsmen’s families. Workshops would be built and in return, we would provide armor and weaponry to his household. From there we could rebuild our name and reputation through the Dirae market.
Over time we gained a name for ourselves and through the aid of Lord Holt, our family impressed higher nobility earning ourselves minor title under the Kingdom of Stormwind. Now standing as a Baron my father continued to collect and employ the finest blacksmiths now relocated to Redridge closer to the mines. Though the arrangements with the Marquise of Dirae continued as it was he who had provided us with this opportunity. To this day we still provide Dirae with all of the guards’ armor.
My first week in our new home came and went without anything notable happening and to be honest I was glad for it. Quiet time to adjust to our new home and the surrounding area. I heard my father speaking in his study with another male as I wandered down the hall sneaking to get a snack. It was odd for him to take a meeting at this time of day so I slipped into the door to see what was going on. Curiosity getting the better of me despite knowing better than to interrupt his meetings.
A sheepish grin on my face as my father turned his attention toward me I was met with a smile. “Ah Fiona, I am glad you came down. Please allow me to introduce Lord Natharen Holt.” Shocked at my father’s warm greeting it took me a moment before I even noticed the male standing in front of me. “It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Byrne.” Lord Holt said in greeting.
Dear light help me… I had not known the beauty of the world until I had seen him standing there in all his glory. I barely noted the hussy on his arm or whatever came out of his mouth next, but I am certain I made quite a fool of myself. Rendered unable to speak my father spoke for me as my cheeks flushed a deep red. It was only later I realized the hussy was actually not at all… it was his baby sister Rinoha who stood with him. Thankfully thoughts are not readable as I am sure all of this would have gotten me into trouble. I excused myself from the study as quickly as possible to ensure my thoughts remain unreadable.
It was later that night unable to sleep that I decided to make it my life’s work to get to know that man. I had seen gorgeous men before in my life but there was just something about him. Perhaps it was in that greeting smile or perhaps just his presence alone, but whatever it was I would get to the bottom of it. Afterall, I was not some silly school girl and I was far too old for such frivolous things as crushes.