Einorion was a small child when he was fostered into another house, to begin learning his kingly duties. He would also be taught how to run a household, which didn’t come until he reached adulthood. Until then, he was surrounded by some of his parents' most trusted advisors, all of whom were to help guide him on the right path. Also with him were noble children his own age; they would later hopefully serve to form his inner court and some of his most trusted advisors. His parents visited, though it wasn’t the same as being at home – and Einorion found himself secretly resenting the fact he’d been sent away. It didn’t matter that this was how many of his ancestors were raised and made ready for kingship. Instead of vocalizing his complaints, he buried them within – placing his thoughts on the lessons and tasks ahead. Every so often, the Prince would think about the days leading to his departure from the palace. The way that he clung to his father’s leg, crying and begging not to be sent away. Though, as quick as those memories surfaced? Einorion buried them once again, filing them away as pointless.

As he reached adulthood, the young Prince took on full responsibility of running the household. Learning as he went along, with those around him helping to guide him along the way. Still, he did a good job – or so his tutors told him. More time was focused on what was required of his station and future, less on personal matters. Of course, the youth was curious about certain things – enough so that he eventually bedded one of his female servants. Just once, and then he seemingly moved on; taking a rather cold and distant approach towards the female afterwards. Though, Einorion's reason for doing so was less about the woman and more about his hidden emotions. There was a lot of regret in that first choice, realizing after the fact that he wanted something more from someone. That, he cared nothing for the female – and felt rather empty afterwards. It was that secret side of him, the one that desired romance, that sparked another bit of turmoil. After all, he was promised to be married to a noble woman – even if that woman seemingly changed more often than not. For one reason or another, his mother always changed the arrangement when she found someone ‘more suited’ for him.

Little did he know, there was resentment building up in the female that felt used and betrayed. Einorion, oblivious to this woman’s emotions, didn’t suspect anything – something that he would learn a lesson from later. Eventually, this led to the servant secretly siding with an enemy house, one that desired more than they were entitled to – by any means possible. Eventually, this woman would make her move – helping an assassin into the premises under false pretenses. Despite the planning, they eventually failed at their attempt to take his life. Instead, finding themselves taken out by a solar blast; one that damaged several rooms and sent Einorion into a regenerative slumber. Time would be spent recovering from such an outburst, and eventually the estate would be repaired – and the servant quarters searched. The house connected to it was discovered and made an example out of; something his family hoped would deter others from following.

He’d been hesitant to tell his parents what his connection was to the servant. Eventually he confessed to them, with his head lowered and obvious shame at the situation. After that, he decided that for the most part? He wasn’t ready to deal with women, and it wasn’t like he had the luxury of marrying someone out of love. Thus the young Prince once again set forth to concentrating on other things; actions that would likely not end with an angry woman trying to help kill him. Though, as time continued to pass? Einorion felt himself longing more and more; for someone to love. A person that he could share his life with, despite the fact that seemed impossible. Eventually, his parents seemed to settle on who they thought he should marry. Preparations were underway, and things seemed like they would finally come to pass. That is, if not for the events that would eventually lead to war. One that began with a group of hunters following a mermaid and would ultimately destroy their homeland. After mortals discovered Troath, years passed and they continued to invade. Through it all, blame was placed on the mermaids. They were the ones that allowed themselves to be spotted by the humans; ultimately leading to their discovery of Troath.

During the battle of Troath, lives were lost - and one house that was hit the hardest was none other than Auralas, the house of his future bride. Her life was lost, as was most of her family – with the exception of her youngest brother. Einorion had prepared for battle, been taught skills in combat as well as using his magical abilities. However, actual war? It was different actually experiencing the real thing. Nothing could’ve truly prepared him for the reality; though he managed to survive. And, in the end? Their homeland fell, and with that, their eyes turned towards the origin of the flow of hunters. They set sail for the continent of Caesis, where the hunters originated. There, a war would break out – one that would eventually end with the elves conquering Sylvaris; dethroning the current monarch and rebuilding the city in their style.

As expected, resentment festered among the human citizens that survived. Watching their former home slowly transform into something they didn’t recognize. Regardless, some of them remained while others left. Einorion’s family settled in their new territory, and the elves began a reign that they hoped would be everlasting. Of course, as with it being their new home – Einorion and his siblings resided in the royal palace, both parents having their own reasons for it. More than likely they feared human resentment turning into action, which occurred once or twice. One of the more recent times being a female assassin named Aethera. The punishment that she received due to that failed attempt on his father’s life? Einorion felt was just; though some of the things done to the woman he kept secret. He knew what the guard Mithron was raping the woman, and he went as far as to listen in on it. Staying just out of sight, so no one would notice, though remaining within earshot. And, when the female eventually escaped? The prince kept his silence on some of her torment, feeling no need to out a guard as loyal as Mithron.

Mithron might have been someone he once respected, and Einorion might have listened in on the assault. However, his opinion on him changed forever after those events. Despite feeling the woman ‘deserved it’ in some dark, spiteful part of his heart? He never thought the man capable of doing such a thing. It was the slow realization that Mithron might be capable of far worse – there was no way of knowing. It didn’t matter to Einorion that things like this happened towards enemies during war and times of strife. It was simply something that he wasn’t capable of doing. Thus, Einorion kept his distance, despite everyone being oblivious to why the prince was doing it. To others, it simply seemed that the prince suddenly ceased to notice Mithron's existence.

Currently, some time has passed since that incident, and though it seems like yesterday to an elf? He knows the length of time it is to a mortal being. Regardless, Einorion focuses on his duties, always secretly watching for any attempts on his father’s life; despite having guards assigned to this. Due to his fear and paranoia over losing a parent, he can’t help this instinctual reaction. Regardless, with some tensions still remaining between kingdoms? Einorion continues to focus on training for the future; for what he will do when he one day takes the throne. Perhaps things will get better, perhaps things will get worse. No matter what the situation, the Prince is determined to be prepared – one way or another.