I wasn't able to remind you guys that this poll was ending because we lost power OTL
Anyway, Altaïr won so this means Desmond will be a dragon fucker
So have the first two scenes (draft) as a 'preview' of how this fic is gonna start (if there's any mispelling or grammatic error, sorry, absolutely first draft XD)
The oldest memory that Desmond still clearly remembered was his father showing him his bearer-father’s portrait when he was very young.
Aita Bartholomew li Jupiter, third prince of the Isu Empire.
The last living child of the late Tinia Zeus li Jupiter before his death.
He died a year after Desmond was born, weakened by the stress that led to Desmond being born prematurely two months before he was supposed to.
Stress compounded by the news that the Isu Empire’s royal family had all been killed in a bloody coup by Juno Romania, distant cousin of Tinia Zeus li Jupiter.
She crowned herself empress and took the name Juno Hera vi Jupiter.
His father had been sparred because he was married off to King William Miles of the Monteriggioni Kingdom, a small kingdom west of the empire. What they lacked in lands, they made up with their location and resources.
They had a thriving economy due to being the main exporter of mana stones used for magical devices that non-magically inclined people could use and any invasion proved hard because of being at the center of a coiling mysterious mountain range called Dragontail Mountain Range.
Legend say that the mountain range coiling all around their kingdom for more than 600 kilometers was the tail of a powerful evil dragon that was vanquished millennias ago.
And their kingdom was built over the corpse of the dragon with their bountiful mana stone mines being blessed by dragon blood that had seeped through the very soil.
His bearer-father survived a bloody coup because he was lucky.
Yet he died while holding Desmond in his arms.
Having drunk poison mixed into his favorite tea one sunny afternoon.
And everyone pointed their finger at Empress Juno.
Empress Juno answered such rumors with sweet poison of her own.
“Why would I kill my dear sweet Aita when his only sin was being born of that wretched man’s loins? His death gains me nothing.”
“Perhaps the kingdom should look into who would gain from his death in their own peaceful land.”
“Ah. I know… why don’t I show how much I love my beloved Aita?”
“I’ll make his son the next emperor consort.”
His engagement to Loki Laufey vi Jupiter was engraved upon his future when he was barely a year old and he had never met the child that was to be his emperor and spouse since.
He was to be a political hostage, given freedom by the mercy of Empress Juno to stay in the kingdom until he was ten years old.
Nine years filled with training and lessons.
To be the perfect ‘consort’.
“They will attack you if you are weak so you must be strong.”
“They will mock you if you are a fool so you must be intelligent.”
“They will use you if you do not see their schemes so you must be wise.”
“They will find faults so you must not have none.”
He met his father daily after his father had read his tutors and instructors’ reports.
Desmond had cried the first time his father was disappointed at him.
And he stopped crying in front of his father after his father told him that crying was a sign of weakness that he cannot ‘afford’.
He learned to apply makeup on his face to hide the dark lines under his eyes.
He learned to smile even as he felt nothing.
He learned to squeeze any pain he felt watching his cousin, Ezio Auditore, visit the palace every weekend to be taught the duties and responsibilities of the crown prince of their kingdom.
He learned to accept the fact that Ezio Auditore was the son King William wanted.
