Li´anne's blog

Every girl has her whims and indulgencies, I am no different. No, that isn’t accurate at all. I’m quite driven by my desires. In fact, I think that the sum of my accomplishments in life up to this point have been fueled by the petty whims of my over-imaginative mind. I find that there is nothing else that drives me, only momentary fancies that pique my interest and briefly coax a smile to my lips.

Once, my greatest ambition in life was to be the Belle of Silvermoon, but that title has already been bestowed. And…there is a lengthy line of runner-ups well ahead of me. It’s of little consequence now; I’ve given up on such frivolous thoughts. I’m going to grow out of such childish thinking, truly I am.

As soon as I find something that drives me more than my incessant need to be adored by others.

As nobility went, my kin allege that our bloodline traces back to the great and glorious Light of Lights herself, but then, every great House lays such a claim. It is not for me to say whether its true or not. Besides, there’s no one left alive who might know.

The only certainty within my mind is the fact that there was a great upheaval in our House’s shrouded past; a splintering that left several of my kin banished from the family roster for all times.

I still look at the registry once in awhile, and try to make out what names might have been written beneath the conveniently scorched markings that mar the page. My grandmother or father-whoever kept the Solspire records all those centuries ago, must have been in quite a rage. Even now, when I run my finger over the burnt region, I still feel the distant blaze of their fury.

The price of power is a heavy burden. If one’s disposition is not accustomed to such accountability, the weight becomes crushing, threatening to topple a lesser being. It is because of this that those who wield such power – such responsibilities, are also gifted with greater privilege in the world.

I, who wanted for naught in my life, hungered for the one thing that was not meant for me. When the opportunity arouse, of course I wrapped my greedy little fingers about it and held it fast lest the chance slip away. So it is to me that everyone looks when they think of House Solspire. Not my sister, who was brilliant and beautiful.

Benevolent…that was the word they used for her at her funeral.

I was born second, and thus, inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. Oh, I had my part to play, maintaining the proper level of decorum and poshness of course.  My every whim met provided that it was something that was in-style with the ever changing ebb and flow of high society. Honestly, I can look back upon my youth with a self-satisfied grin and admit that I have been delectably spoiled.

My life was filled with galas and gossip and social intrigue. The latter of which, if ever such things were graded upon, I’m certain would have garnered me an accolade or two. Playing was my life, the brunt of the responsibilities that a Noble house ought to maintain were left to my parents and elder sister to officiate.

I was never meant to run the House. I was never taught how to.