Daylight returned upon the kingdom of Parfika. A moon elf stood at the palace window, placing his hand upon the clean glass window. The rolling hills with jade grass adorning them, the sun that hang above their head. The moons were nearby, that was for sure. Hallak and Borigarh were their names. The only reason this elven being knew that was because it was required learning in the moon elf kingdom of Eris. Knowing the name of each nearby empire, kingdom and faction was also something that was implanted into his brain. That's the price of being royalty.
He was glad he left that privileged, pampered, pompous piece of shit palace. Even if that meant he could never return. That was fine by him, for he had a kingdom of his own now. Their former king, Farras, lent his succession to the moon elf prince after hearing his story. From what he had heard, the Eris prince seemed far more fitting for a throne that the midnight elf princess that was going to rule.
This led him to now, staring out a window among a kingdom he enjoyed dearly. The Sun Elves, Khajiits, and occasional Dragonbornes all seemed so nice. He tried to make a good impression on each of them. He needed as much help as he could get with the impending danger of rebellions and assassins. He had sent out a general today to recruit Khajiits into their brigade. He knew that the animalistic creatures weren't useless like how many moon elves believed. Still, that was almost 5 years ago. Maybe their views had changed. He doubted it. His sapphire blue hand retracted from the warm window pane.
'This is your kingdom now, Raxon. Be proud of it' He thought before drawing the curtains.