#chalphy

I mean if we consider the inheritance to go older sibling-> younger sibling,..

The heir to Chalphy was Sigurd but he’s dead and it passes to his son, Seliph, who inherits the Grannvale crown, so the fact that Seliph doesn’t inherits both things it’s probably because it is established that he can’t rule two places ( Arvis was the emperor and also the duke of Velthomer but oficially he was the emperor consort so he’s not really the heir to both sides so not exactly the same thing) so it leaves to the older sibling line not suitable for being the heir.

So we have Ethlyn, even that she’s married and it is established that she’s now a Leonster but she should still have rights to her homeland if anything happened.

At the end of the war, Seliph can’t inherit Chalphy but Ethlyn’s older child, Altena, doesn’t inherits anything (even that she was the heir to Leonster if everything didn’t had gone like it went) so having the duke’s granddaughter inherits her grandfather’s land makes more sense than Oifey (even if he deserves only good things)

Maybe she was established as the heir after the war and she just gave up her tittle because she prefered to be at Thracia ( It makes sense, she doesn’t care so much about Leonster I can’t see her caring about Chalphy) 

We all know Byron would dress up as Santa for his kids, even when they’re in their teens and Sigurd and Ethlyn feel slightly embarrassed, but they appreciate the gesture anyway.

I don’t mean to go back to something that passed a while ago, but there’s something I really need to get out of the way. Rant below the cut.

                           How long has it been..? 

     Honestly, he had no idea. All he knew, however, was that he was supposed to be dead. Not standing here. Though, Eltshan wasn’t going to complain about it- at least, not now. But that did force him into try to keep out of anyone’s sight- gods forbid someone saw him, the word would spread like fire. A sigh fell from the blond’s lips, eyelids falling close as he kept making his way down the trail he found in this rather thick forest- until he came to a full stop once he heard something- a horse’s hooves.

    A single eyebrow would raise itself- as if questioning if it was just a wild one or someone was actually there- the latter sparking a bit of fear- something he wasn’t used to feel much, but not having a single weapon on his person perhaps was the reason why. Hands were raised up to fix the scarf around his neck- tightening its hold of it before golden eyes gazed in the source of the noises’ direction. If only he could actually see if he had something to fear or not, but this damned forest made it barely possible.

     Taking a few steps forward, Eltshan squinted, eyes narrowing as he tried to focus on the dash of blue he just had seen- a very familiar blue, too. Could it be..? No, it couldn’t. There was no way that he would be here, out of all places. Yet, there still was a chance that it was, indeed, real. Another step over and he stopped, remaining silent as it went by once more. But it was until he heard the yet familiar voice that he then felt the fear fade away slightly. He would call out- his voice loud enough to be heard nearby but not enough to seem as if he was shouting.