Meeting in the dining room

Soon you arrive in the dining room. A large room with a long table and about thirty chairs. You eat here normally with your father, your the head of the scholars, the captain of the guard and the head of the servants. Sometimes the mayor of the town pays you a visit. He is a minor relative of your family. Cousin second grade or so. The rest of the chairs are for guest. Nobles, business partners of your father, represents form villages of your lands, pilgrim travelers and even girls your brother fucked and let them stay over night. On rare events even the the abbot of the monastery comes by.

The lunch is rather simple. Vegetable pies and a red-brown sauce. Mia and two other servants serve them along with some drinks. Then they take place at the side or the room awaiting orders.

“Well, my good friends,” your father says and lifts his glass, “as you all know I was called to our great king to discuss the attacks of the evil witch, Keylara the dark. And I decided to take my eldest son with me. Meeting the other nobles in the capital will good for this later time as a ruler of our beautiful lands.”

“And it is said that the bitches in the capital are the cutest ones,” you brother adds with a sleazy smile, “can't wait for this beauties to warm my bed.”

You roll your eyes. You really like your brother but sometimes he is really annoying. The attacks of the evil witch are no joke. And looking at his chubby body and pale skin the only girls who will warm his bed are the ones that take money for it.

“Well, I want my younger son to be in charge until we come back,” your father continues with mixed feelings, “I trust him to be a fair leader. And I trust you all to follow his orders as you followed mine over the years. And if there is any problem coming up I trust in you to advise him to the best of your knowledge.”

“Of course, my lord,” the head of servants agrees, “I will serve him as good as I served you. And I am sure he will be a responsible master.”

“I know your younger son good enough to trust him,” the captain says, “I'm sure we are in good hands.”

“I agree to my colleagues,” the head of scholars says, “He always was eager to learn and a studious student. If you ever need my advise, my young lord, don't hesitate to visit me in the library.”

“I thank you all for kind words,” you say proud, “and I assure you, father, that I will give my best to honor our family.”

Your father seems pleased and you all finish eating. Of course your fathers top employees already ask you a few questions about your plans as a leader. You answer them as good as you can without making empty promises. When you are done the servants begin to take away the dishes.

“Mia, sweetheart,” your brother suddenly says, “why don't you move your sexy half-elf ass to me and keep me company. I would really appreciate your slim hands now. And your melons look pretty mature.”

“Stop it, boy,” your father says strict, “she is the servant of your brother, not your whore. I will go up now. Make sure you are ready when the carriage arrives.”

“Wait a moment, brother,” you interrupt, “did you called Mia a half elf?”

“I am one,” Mia explains shy “my mother was an elf. I thought this was obvious. With my almond eyes and my point ears. Didn't you knew? Is this a problem, master?”

“Of course not,” you assure her, “no, I didn't knew. You always hide your ears under your hair. But don't worry, I don't have a problem with elves or half elves. And I like you no matter which race you belong to. Do you get insulted often?”

“Not much from the other servants, master,” Mia answers shy, “and never from you or our father. But sometimes when I am at the marked somebody calls me a whore or an ugly creature. Sometimes humans tell me to go back into the woods where I belong to. But once I met an elf he told me I should stay the fuck away from his people. A dirty half blood like me would not be welcome. But … I am sorry, sir. You shouldn't bother with my problems. You have more important things to do.”

Before you can say anything she turns away and disappears. You sigh. Half elves just like half orcs or half dwarfs are very rare. Many people are unsure about them because they are from two very different cultures. And much to often racists insult them to make it even worse. Sadly those racists are not all human. Even among elves, orcs and dwarfs are such people. So the half bloods are not even save when they left human society.

However she only mentioned you and your father never insulting her. Did she left out your brother on purpose? And speaking about the devil your brother just enters the room. He has a formal dress now and looks not bad in it.

“Enjoy ruling,” your brother says, “you will do great. One day you will assist me when I rule. So it's good for you to get some practice.”

“I will not let you down,” you promise and hug your brother “and be careful.”

“Why?” your brother asks, “we have guard and nobody would attack nobles.”

“Yes, but most girls in the capital have fathers,” you say joking.

“I get it, good advice,” you brother agrees laughing, “by the way do you want me to bring you a new maid from capital. Nothing against Mia but I'm sure you could get something better. I mean, in all the years she is serving our family, especially you, you never threw her on your bed gave her a good fuck. I would not be able to keep my hands on me. So I assumed you just don't find her sexy. I thought it could be because of she is a half elf but you never made a deal of somebody's race. And you said you didn't even noticed her being not entirely human.”

“I appreciate the offer,” you say looking for the right words, “but I am fine. There is no need to hold back on any women because of me.”

“Well, I can't say that's not good to hear,” your brother says, “goodbye. Have fun with the responsibility while I try to get a nobles daughter in bed.”

Suddenly your father appears. Her also has a formal dress. He gives you a short hug before facing you.

“Goodbye son,” he says, “I am sure you will make me proud.”

“Goodbye father,” you answer, “I give my best. And watch out for our little trouble maker over there.”