Meeting Farrynelle Skyrover

Dynasty Skyrover.

This is one of the Dynasties located in the continent of Navaraza. They are the most powerful ones there and known for their warrior sides.

If Dynasty Richinaria produces the best mages and technology due to the Nexuses and the people, then Dynasty Skyrover produces the best warriors.

Unlike Dynasty Richinaria, Dynasty Skyrover is ruled by a Dynasty Monarchess known as the Sword Nexus. And just like Dilasyus Richinaria, the woman has her own harem.

A reverse harem.

Despite having four husbands and several children, she is only interested in producing the most powerful offspring of the Dynasty. And fortunately, she found the perfect man for it. At first, she only thought of him as a breeding pig, someone who can provide a very talented child. However, he was just a human and she was a Nexus.

As far as power and divinity goes, Gods and Nexuses can't procreate with a mortal, unless they reduce their divinities. And for her, she couldn't allow it. She wanted her child to be born with immense power. So, she did the unthinkable.

She turned the man into a god using her own power.

However, as time went on, she came to love the man, perhaps even more than her other four husbands. They had one child a girl known as Farrynelle Skyrover.

However, forcing a mortal to become a god almost destroyed the man's soul. And so, the Sword Nexus begged Dynasty Richinaria to stabilize his soul and save his life. Thanks to them being Aeterium and experts in souls, they managed to save him.

However, he had to be placed in a comatose state until his soul morphed from mortal to divine. Dynasty Richinaria had asked for a favor from the Sword Nexus, one that none of them knew except the Richinaria Dynasty Monarch and Monarchess.

There has never been a Dynasty Monarch in the Skyrover bloodline. It is always ruled by a woman and Farrynelle's mother never gave the title to her husbands. She never touched another man because out of all of them, Farrynelle's father was the only one she dearly loved.

And as much as Farrynelle hated seeing her mother's anguished look, she owed it to Richinaria's Dynasty Monarch for saving her father's life. She didn't know the deal he made with her mother but it wasn't that serious.

And so, when she saw Vastarael Richinaria, heir of his Dynasty surrounded by soldiers ready to attack him, she called them off. She had heard a lot of rumors about him.

He was handsome. He escaped the clutches of a god at the age of thirteen. He was known to be smart. And in the academy, he was very good friends with the Elven Princess.

She never hated him. In fact, she was grateful to him. He was the main reason why his father allowed to treat her father, who denied her plea in the first place. Vastarael held a power in the Dynasty that none could comprehend.

This happened when he was only fifteen. Being a year older than him didn't make a difference at all because maturity at seventeen probes everything.

She faced Vastarael, who was standing with a smug on her face. Beside him was a beautiful woman who had golden hair and crimson eyes, her outfit ragged.

"Vastarael Richinaria, Prince of Anqerise. It is such an honor to meet you again. I didn't expect to see you here."

Vastarael sighed as he faced the Skyrover, his golden eyes narrowing at her.

"I didn't expect you to welcome me like this. Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Why... would you think that?"

"Dynasty Skyrover hates our Dynasty for saving your father, doesn't it? Your other four 'dads' were actually glad that he almost died but we saved him."

Farrynelle's face remained composed as she took in Vastarael's words, though a flicker of something darker passed through her lightning blue eyes.

It was true, painfully so.

Her dynasty was divided when it came to her father's survival. While her mother had risked everything to save him, her other fathers, more concerned with their positions and the legacy of their bloodlines, had been... indifferent, if not openly antagonistic toward the Richinarias.

Some even claimed the Richinarias had interfered in Skyrover affairs to secure leverage over their Dynasty.

She stepped closer, her sharp, warrior-like presence commanding the attention of everyone around them. The soldiers who surrounded Vastarael subtly tightened their grips on their weapons, though Farrynelle raised a hand to stop them.

"You're not wrong, Prince Vastarael," she admitted. "Dynasty Skyrover has... mixed feelings about what Dynasty Richinaria did for my father. For some, it was a necessary act of mercy, a proof of alliance. For others..."

She exhaled sharply, her jaw tightening.

"It was seen as interference. A humiliation."

Vastarael smirked faintly, his arms crossing as he tilted his head.

"And where do you stand, Farrynelle? Gratitude or resentment?"

Her lips quirked into a slight smile, though her eyes remained somber.

"Gratitude, of course. I owe my father's life to your dynasty. Without your monarch's intervention, he would be nothing but a memory. One that... my mother would've mourned for an eternity."

She paused, her gaze softening as it landed on him.

"I don't hate you, Vastarael. Nor do I blame you for the actions of your dynasty. In fact, I'm grateful to you personally."

That caught him off guard, his eyes narrowing slightly as curiosity flickered across his face.

"Grateful to me? I don't remember doing anything for you specifically."

Farrynelle smiled faintly, shaking her head.

"You were only fifteen at the time. You probably didn't even realize it, but you were the one who convinced your dynasty to allow my father's treatment. My mother begged for days without any progress, but when you heard of her plight, you spoke on her behalf."

Vastarael blinked, his expression briefly stunned before he covered it with a nonchalant shrug. He didn't expect her to know about it. His smirk returned, though there was a trace of sincerity beneath it.

"Well, I was always good at persuading people. Still, that doesn't explain why you're not trying to kill me. Your dynasty has plenty of reasons to hate mine."

"Because I'm not my dynasty, Vastarael. I'm Farrynelle Skyrover, daughter of the Sword Nexus and the man she gave everything to save. I won't let the grudges of the past dictate my actions. I owe you a debt, and Skyrover doesn't forget its debts."

She gestured toward her soldiers, who reluctantly lowered their weapons and stepped back, creating a wider space around them.

"I swear on my name and my lineage, no harm will come to you while you're in my presence."

Vastarael studied her for a moment, his eyes assessing her sincerity. Finally, he gave a faint nod, his posture relaxing slightly.

"Good. Because as much as I enjoy a fight, I've had my fill of gods and monsters for one lifetime. Fighting a god wasn't on my to do list on this Epoch Cycle."

Farrynelle raised an eyebrow at that, her gaze drifting to the woman standing beside him. Peccavi remained silent, her crimson eyes watchful, though her grip on the Orchestral Vialex was firm.

"And who's this?" Farrynelle asked, her tone curious but cautious.

Vastarael glanced at Peccavi, his expression softening slightly.

"An ally. A survivor of the Frozen Ruins. Also, do not go to the ruins. We escaped a god and believe me, none of us can handle him."

He didn't elaborate further and Peccavi gave a small nod, her regal demeanor making it clear she wasn't someone to be questioned lightly.

Farrynelle accepted the vague answer, though her curiosity lingered.

"Very well. You're safe here but I need to know. Why are you here? What business does the Prince of Anqerise have with me?"

Vastarael's smirk returned.

"Let's just say I'm on a journey to tie up some loose ends. And it seems our paths were meant to cross. You got a side quest to eliminate the Runic Tribes, didn't you?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she said nothing more, instead stepping aside and motioning for him to follow.

"Then you're welcome in our camp. We need to talk privately. Follow me. Xander will be glad to see a familiar face in this army."

"Xander's here too? Nice," he replied smoothly, following her lead as they made their way towards the commander's tent.