En Chan is a direct descendant of the Uniosi-Tal emperor, En Tal. A young woman of eighteen with brown skin and has slightly slanted eyes, her frame tall and slim.

Just a year before Illain's rebellion, Unio attempted an invasion of Divios. The emperor, En He, amassed half a million troops and sailed troops from Spice Coast in Unio to the Peak, the mountain coast in the north of Divios. Mand Ays', father of Lord Felkin, forces were the first to meet Uniosi troops at the Peak. With only twenty thousand men, Lord Mand's forces were obliterated but they didn't go without a fight. When they met the initial force of one hundred thousand men, they had managed to kill sixty thousand of them in the massive battle of the Peak. Twenty thousand Ays cavalry against the Tal's eighty-five thousand infantry and fifteen thousand cavalry. It is rumored that Lord Mand destroyed parts of the mountain to crush the opposing troops. Unfortunately, he died during the final moments of the battle, just before the armies from other Houses arrived.

In mainland Uniosi culture, it was believed that bringing the emperor's child during a campaign brings extreme luck to the soldiers, but it seems like the belief was proven wrong because the only town they managed to capture and make a stronghold in is the town of Muntrew, just a few klicks southwest of the Peak.

Felkin, who was only twenty-five at the time, led the recapture of Muntrew. With only five thousand Ays troops and a relief force of fifteen thousand, donated by different houses like Poynt, Sord and Angr. The mixed force of twenty thousand Diviosi troops against the remaining fifty thousand Uniosi troops that made a stroghold of Muntrew clashed. The mix of arrogance and bad tactics of En He's general, Na Lu, allowed an easy victory for the Diviosi coalition. The most devastating loss for the Uniosi army is the capture of the young princess, En Chan, who was just one year old at the time.

In the waning months of the war, En He had surrendered and the terms were discussed. One of the conditions were En Chan being under Felkin's custody. As reprimandment for their devastation of the North, under the former king, Klustr's, order. En Chan was to be cared for by House Ays and she will become betrothed to whichever male heir that Felkin chooses. By making En Chan a hostage by House Ays, her betrothal to one of Felkin's heirs will mean a political alliance between the two countries, despite it being most likely in the Diviosi's favor since En Chan has nobody in her life. Just a single mistake from Unios and she will most likely die as punishment.

In the trial hall of Castle Bredost, she had witnessed the events that occurred during the trial by combat, by extent, Ser Lorel's death. She was certainly shocked by it, but she was immediately snapped out of her thoughts when Lord Felkin spoke to her.

"En.", he called.

"What is it, My Lord?", she asked politely.

"Can you tend to my boy?", he requested. She was certainly well-versed in the arts of medicine and Felkin had found it useful.

"Of course, My Lord.", she bowed and accepted her Lord's request, who at this point is her foster father. Despite being a prisoner of war if technicalities were talked about, she was treated extremely well by Felkin and his children. She started treating his children as if they were her siblings, and it seems that they share the same sentiment about her.

Felkin told the chambers where Orewell laid to rest. She walked through the halls of the castle and made her way to the second floor. After a few moments of walking, she eventually reached her destination. At the farthest hall of the second floor, the room's door were slightly opened and she peeked through carefully to not alert anyone of her presence. She saw a girl lean towards the sleeping Orewell and kissed him. Then, she heard the girl speak:

"I don't know exactly why, but I think I love you, cou-- Orewell."

She heard faintly. She doesn't know who the voice belonged to, but En Chan noticed the sense of familiarity in the girl's words.

The room was only lit by torches, the orange glow illuminated over the young girl and the sleeping Orewell.

With a soft sigh, En Chan entered.

En Chan's steps were enough to attract the girl's attention.

"Who are you?", the girl asked.

"I'm the one sent to care for Orewell.", she answered.

En Chan had always a certain layer of respect and affection towards Orewell. Whenever he gets the chance to visit the castle, he spends time with her be it by collecting herbs and other activities, she always felt connected to him, most probably because of their familial status, they're almost one of the same, he's a bastard, and she was taken as a political hostage ever since she was a baby. None of them had true families to come back to.

En Chan walked towards Orewell and gently stroked his hair. She noticed that the bits of Ser Lorel's brain stuck on his bloodied shirt and removed it then threw it away thorugh the window.

"Who are you, My Lady?", she asked. She's certain that the girl looks familiar.

"Princess Larene Poynt.", the girl answered.

"I see.", she responded calmly. "What's your relationship to Ser Orewell?"

She heard Larene call Orewell "cousin", but it she's meticulous in nature and would confirm things twice, thrice and gods forbid, a fourth time if need be.

"He's my cousin.", Larene answered coolly.

"I think it's unusual to kiss your cousin.", En chan replies.

"Aren't kisses an act of love?"

"It is."

"Then I don't think there's anything unusual with what I did."

En sighed at Larene's weak argument. It's most unusual that a girl like her would feel for Orewell especially since it seems like they haven't met for too long.

"I sincerely think there's a boundary to love, especially when it's between family members.", En rebutted. "I believe that everything should have line drawn to it somewhere."

En had seemingly shut Larene up but she then saw her take a deep breath as if to collect her thoughts.

"I'm well aware that my feelings for him are taboo--", as Larene was explaining herself, sighing again to think about what she'll say next. "But I made up my mind that I'll only stop pursuing him if he stops me.", she paused. "Until he doesn't, I'll just continue loving him."

En can practically see the determination in Larene's eyes. She was baffled by it, but she'd be lying if she wasn't impressed. Larene's determination made En respect her, albeit slightly.

"Why do you love him so much, my lady?" En asks curiously. "From what I understand, you only met him this morning yet here you are, talking as if you two have shared some...unbreakable bond."

Larene sighs. "I...do not exactly know why, to be honest. I just know that I do. Something deep inside my heart feels all...nice and warm when I see him, as if something about his presence is telling me everything is going to be alright, that nothing can and will go wrong. A certain air of being dependable, if you will.", she pauses with a sigh. "Do you think...it's wrong?", she asks genuinely curious about what En makes of it.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

En takes a moment to think. On one end, she believes that people are allowed to love who they want to. On the other end though, Larene is still related to Orewell by blood and in Uniosi culture and tradition, incest is a massive taboo even for political reasons. Even if incest is not forbidden, it's mostly for political reasons like strengthening an alliance through marriage and such.

After a few moments of thinking, she spoke. "I do believe that it is alright to love who you choose, but please do not forget, you are a princess and heir to the crown if your little brother were to pass."

Their conversation was interrupted though as the two of them heard small yawning and the sound of the bed slightly creaking.

"Gods. Women really don't shut up.", Orewell said with annoyance.

En politely bowed.

"Good morning, Orewell.", she greeted. "How do you feel today?"

Orewell yawned, he covered his mouth with his sleeve. "I got punched with a metal gauntlet and I crushed half of a man's skull. How do you think I would feel?", he replied with sarcasm and slight agitation.

Seeing his frustration, En sighs, sitting next to Orewell on the bed and gently wrapped his figure around her slim arms, stroking his hair with soothing gentleness. "I suppose not.", En answers. She starts to whisper a small tune as she continues to comfort him. "There, there...it's alright, Orewell. Just let me comfort you, okay?", she whispers with a gentle almost motherly tone.

As she continued to wrap her arms around him, Orewell spoke. "Thank you.", he said and she felt Orewell's arms wrap around her waist. After a few moments, he spoke once more. "What happened after I killed Ser Lorel?", he asks with an almost sad sounding tone.

En had noticed the grim and pained look on Orewell's face so she decided to tighten her hug on him as she answers. "Ser Tinure left to go back to his home, Cladburn, in the northwest."

"I see...", he muttered softly then sighed. "I could use another shirt, En.", he giggled.

"Hm...alright.", she agreed and released Orewell from her grasp and rummaged through the closet to look for clothes for him to use. She took a sleeveless black shirt then sat back on the bed, handing his shirt to him. "Do you want me to dress you up?", she asks with a teasing yet gentle smile.

"Thanks.", he replied and took the shirt En gave him. "But no thanks, I think I can do it myself."

As he changed his shirt, En noticed the scar that he had when he was a lad.

"Much better.", he exclaimed in comfort.

"Orewell, just to inform you, the woman was also freed and it seems like the knighting ceremony was abruptly ended and is moved at a later date.", En answered. "Or so they say.", she adds.

"The knighting...", he muttered. "I'll assume the lords would be here until the knighting ceremony is over?"

En shook her head.

"No. Something bigger happened and the knighting ceremony will be held in private.", she replied.

"What happened?", Larene nervously interrupted.

"Apparently, House Sord had plotted to take over the capital by sending an envoy to persuade the Lord there to replace the royal banner with the Sord's, effectively prompting a peaceful takeover."

En saw the two conflicting looks on Orewell and Larene's face. On one hand, Orewell looks amused, on the other, Larene looks surprised.

"A sneaky takeover, eh?", Orewell asked with an amused tone. "A clever trick by Lord Vant...if it works anyway."

"It's...fair to say that Lord Vant is in trial, yes?", Larene asked calmly.

En nodded.

"Let's watch.", Orewell urged, standing up from the bed.

The three of them then made their way to the trial hall where they witnessed the hearing of Lord Vant's case. Then suddenly, they heard a shout.

"Your Grace! I know nothing of such plot!", Lord Vant pleaded.

The bannermen of House Sord stood at the side of the hall with intense anxiety.

"Your House's banner lying in the capital is already an evidence of your treachery, Lord Vant.", the king said.

"I'll be damned if I'd be.", En heard Orewell say. She turned around, he seems to enjoy the trial...for some reason. En knew Orewell, and she knew him well. Usually, he'll just be apathetic to anything that doesn't directly concern him, so seeing him care right now. It's somewhat off-putting to her.

The bannermen of House Sord suddenly approached the stage and knelt down on both of their knees, their foreheads touching the ground.

"Our lord is innocent, Your Grace!", they all declared in unison. Their yell echoed all through out the hall, to which En can't help but chuckle to herself. She knew that the Sords are proud, only next to the Koyns, yet seeing the lord of the house groveling himself before the king...it's pathetic.

Then a man with brown hair that flowed until his shoulder approached the king then knelt in respect and gave him a letter. The king opened it and took a good while to read what the letter entails. While the king was reading, Lord Vant glared at the brown haired man as if he recognizes him.

"Who is he?", Orewell whispered.

"Lord Dred Sord. Brother of Lord Vant, named 'The Executioner'.", Larene answered.

"You seem knowledgeable about the players here, My Lady.", En complimented.

"Players?", Larene asked. "I assume you're referring to the lords?"

"That, and those who eye the throne.", she said with a small laugh.

Their conversation was interrupted by Orewell's chuckle.

"Look at Lord Vant. Cowering in fear.", he scoffed. "Ironic, isn't it? Men who are brave enough to plot are the ones that cower when caught and faced by a blade."

The hall was then filled with silence.

"Lord Vant, you are charged with treason and an attempted conspiracy to usurp the throne.", the king said coldly while holding out the letter with Lord Vant's signature and seal. "You are to be relieved from your status as the lord of House Sord and Overseer of the East. You will be replaced by your male heir and if you have none, I will choose one in your stead.", he added. The king then firmly gripped his sword, Kingmaker. "Your crimes can only be paid for by execution, Vant."

Before the king can deliver the sentence, Dred spoke.

"Allow me to deliver the execution, Your Grace.", he paused. "He has wronged my family and they will not rest if Vant was to be slain by an outsider.", he said bluntly.

The king sighed and sheathed his sword.

"Your request is granted, Ser Dred."

Two knights then forced Vant to kneel on the ground.

"Unhand me!", Vant yelled as he struggled. "You incompetent cunt of a king!", he cursed.

Before Vant can insult the king further, Dred pulled his sword and sliced Vant in two vertical halves, the former lord's body split and fell on the floor with his guts and are visible for all to see. The Sord bannermen shrieked in horror while the others stayed silent.

Both Larene and En gasped in horror at the violence that ensued, causing them to both grip Orewell's arm, Larene on the lift and En on the right. Even the usually aloof and indifferent Orewell was slightly shocked.

"I guess his reputation is well earned.", Orewell said with slight fear evident in his voice.

The entrance of the hall suddenly burst open.

"Vant, you goddamn bastard!", a man yelled. His voice roared like a raging thunder.

The man that yelled looked old. His hair was grey, his eyes a deep brown. The old man was slouching and he's walking with a cane, taking slow but heavy steps. Notably, there's also a scar on his right eye and left cheek.

"I'll fucking kill you myself, you whore-boy!", he cursed in another thunderous roar.

"Calm yourself, Lord Mil.", the king ordered. "What seems to be the problem?"

Lord Mil, along with his ward, a young man of Orewell's age, Lurter, bowed politely to the king.

"Your Grace.", he greeted. Despite the fury in Lord Mil, he was still courteous. "Lord Vant...he has invaded one of my towns, Wheatplain. He has sacked it! All of the townsfolk were massacred!", he exclaimed in anger.

The people in the hall were left speechless by the accusation. Some gasped, some laughed, but most remained silent.

"Calm yourself, Lord Mil.", the king ordered.

"I will not, Your Grace!", the old lord yelled. "That fucker Vant has massacred my people! I will not stand for it!"

"Cease.", the king coldly ordered once more.

Lord Mil was immediately stopped in his tracks. His ward, Lurter, held onto his lord to support him.

"Lord Vant has been executed just recently.", he paused. "However, I'll send someone to look into the matter, that, I can assure you.", the king promised.

"Your Grace! My people died!", Lord Mil pleaded. "The Sords must pay!"

"I said I'll deal with it, Lord Mil."

Before Lord Mil can say another word, his ward, Lurter, spoke.

"May I have Your Grace's permission to look into the matter? Lord Mil's people are my people as well, it would only be right if someone from our House gets to investigate.", Lurter bargained.

"You have my permission.", the king allowed.

Lurter politely bowed and took his old lord out of the hall.

"The Sords attacked the Mils? Well ain't that a bugger?", En chan heard Orewell whisper. "First, the Sords plotted to usurp the king's throne, now they attacked the Mils.", he added.

"What do you make of it?", En asked.

Orewell, along with Larene turned their heads towards En. The pair had a confused look, as if they were deep in thought.

En could see Larene slightly shaking, possibly due to fear of the situation. After all, someone had just threatened to take her home.

"I'm guessing that the Sords tried to accomplish two goals at once. But obviously, they have failed at both.", Orewell guessed. "They probably planned the invasion of the South first before the capital. But there were setbacks in both plots. Someone must have betrayed Lord Vant.", he added. "And now he's half a man."

En seemed to agree with Orewell's guess. Of course, none of it could be proven just yet, but it's the most likely conclusion that anyone could think of.

"W...what's happening?", Larene asked nervously. Her tone shaky and anxious.

En could see that Larene's grip on Orewell's hand is tightening. Then, he let go of her hand and hugged Larene.

The two hugged silently, with the only noises that can be heard are the rustling of clothes due to it being rubbed by Orewell, and the chattering of the bystanders.