#accalon

With tensions still high years after the previous exalt’s demise, advisers from both nations came to the conclusion that a political marriage was the only way to prevent war from breaking out once more between Ylisse and Plegia. Whilst it is more traditional for a princess to enter such a thing as opposed to a country’s ruler, Emmeryn wished to spare her sister from that, and married the mad king. 

The public knew little of the nature of their relationship, and how well they either cared for or tolerated each other. However, a child was born of the union... Even if it was not enough to prevent the mad king from destroying their truce, and taking the boy with him prior to declaring an end to the peace.

With the war dragging out right to when Valm became a real threat, there was no real opportunity to recover Accalon and bring him back to his mother’s homeland. It was difficult for his uncle to even justify a thing, even if it were possible: with Gangrel dead, Accalon became the only remaining heir to the Plegian throne, whereas Ylisse had Princess Lucina. It would be ridiculous not to let him claim his birthright.

And so Accalon was raised as a prince of Plegia... In a sense. Naturally, a toddler could not rule, and thus authority lay with his adviser and regent, Validar.

Except the acting ruler had a goal in mind; one that did not involve a child of Naga ushering in a new age for Plegia. But young Accalon was never to know what was going on behind the scenes, until it was too late. He was raised with rose-tinted glasses, never truly knowing the atrocities his father had brought forth. Whilst he did not hate Ylisse, his opinion was manipulated to not be a high one either. Otherwise, he was left to live a life of luxury, never truly being taught the pressures and responsibility of royalty.

Prince Accalon of Plegia was nothing more than a puppet used to control the throne.

With Grima’s revival, there was no use for him anymore. Whilst neither Validar nor Aversa made any effort to be rid of the boy, they didn’t particularly care if he survived either. As such, having been taken to the Dragon’s Table, Accalon was simply abandoned there, left to either be crushed under the rubble or torn limb from limb by the newly created risen. Had his Aunt Lissa not found him, Ace surely would have died that day.

So from then on, he was raised under the care of his sole living adult relative, and slowly became friends with the other children, despite the obstacles in place. What few hard feelings he had towards Ylissians eventually vanished, now that he was able to judge them with his own eyes... Though a hatred of the Grimleal did grow, having learned of his mother’s fate as well as realising how badly used he had been. On the other hand, there was little to change the high opinion he had of his father.

That was until Accalon joined Plegia’s ranks in the past timeline, believing he was serving under a misunderstood, but just king. Never did he reveal his true identity, but it mattered not. He was content... Until his mother’s death.