On Maius XXI, Year MMIII, in the Empire of Elysian, a young boy could be seen sleeping soundly. He had the features of a nobleman, short, wavy, raven-black hair. A slim, yet defined physique. One could tell that he would one day have all the lady's swooning over him.
*Knock,Knock,Knock* A soft knock was heard, followed by a young girl in a maids uniform. 'M-Master Dylan, wake up, it's time for breakfast' She nervously spoke trying not to stutter, but failing miserably. Dylan, lazily opened one eye and let out a huge yawn. "Tyrsia, let rest five more minu-" ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!' Yelling as she pulled the blanket with the insignia of a Griffin and a shield.
Dylan grumbled loudly, clearly heartbroken that his own personal maid would inflict such a terrible punishment unto him. 'My Lady is waiting for you in the refectory, I urge you to not make her worry' She said with a hint of amusement.