Even the sadness from those days...
Even the pain from those days...I loved it all, together with you

Vhians early life was shaped by the circumstances of his birth. His mother’s marriage had turned sour moons ago as even after years of trying, not once had she shown any signs she had been with child. As her husband turned to warfare, alcohol and easier company, she came across a traveler after a particularly nasty argument. Not blind to her husband's infidelity and having been deemed barren by the chirugeons, he showed her a kindness her spouse hadn't in years and she had no remorse indulging in one night in another man's arms.As it turned out, it wasn’t her who was unable to conceive children.When her belly started growing, she knew the child wasn’t her husband’s, yet she chose to carry it to term regardless. And so, nine moons later, Vhian was born as the unmistakable proof of her affair, sporting the dark skin and pale hair of the stranger she shared a bed with. And despite the outrage that went through Ishgards nobility, despite Elant's insults and accusations against his wife, despite the eagerness of the church to name him a Greystone, Valene stood her ground as the head of House Veilleux and decreed Vhian heir to their name.And yet murmurs and whispers have followed Vhian as long as he can think. Ishgards nobility made no secret of their distaste for the boy, as they did with every bastard who had the misfortune to be born into a noble house. Standing out like a sore thumb amongst his peers however, he found few who weren’t advised to not tread with him by their parents. Only the children of House Haillenarte and Fortemps had no qualms to be associated with him due to their parents' close ties with his mother, as well as the somewhat shy but kind boy of House Borel, a kindred spirit who knew the cruelties of Ishgards rumor mills all too well.Still, Vhian preferred to stick to himself, spending his time with books rather than be outside and make himself target to the other childrens harrassments. Although staying at home wasn’t much better. While his mother doted upon him at every opportunity and loved him unconditionally with all her heart, she could only do so much to shield him from the ire of his stepfather, as a divorce would put even more kindle to the flame of rumors and another blow to the family's reputation.Vhians life took a turn when he was three and ten summers old. On a sleepless night he wandered the kitchen in search of some water, where he encountered his stepfather, heavily intoxicated and swift to unload his anger upon him. Just when the boy tried to retreat, Elant snapped and he lunged for Vhians throat, screaming at him that he was the reason his life had gone awry. In his panic and gasping for air, Vhian grabbed a knife from the nearby counter and sliced blindly at his attacker, causing him to lose his grip and tumble to the floor.In this moment, something buried deep inside Vhian stirred: All the agony from years of being treated as less, the anger and pain that had accumulated from continuous harassment and abuse. And the want for revenge. Looking at the pathetic, drunken man on the floor, Vhian made a decision and brought the knife down, stabbing again and again in blind fury, with all his hatred for his stepfather who treated his mother and him poorly all his life, for everyone who ever harmed him and for Ishgard, the city which claimed to follow religious virtues until they deemed someone worthless.That night, Vhian lost what little faith he had left in the Fury.

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