A Province Divided:

It has been twenty-one years since the fateful summit that determined the fate of an Empire. Now this tale reaches its last step, this marks the end of the Interregnum in Cyrodill.

"I know you fight for your gods, your beliefs, and you believe it's right. You risk your home, your life, to face your enemies. But you know, at night, I stare into my hearth, and I think about the families of our enemy. They must love their children as much as us. The only think worth fighting for in life is love. Why can't we see the truth? We are all one."

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Drake Velan-Latartus, 21 Years after the formation of the Latartan Empire

Twenty one years since that fateful day in the castle, and look at me, a nobleman! I can hardly believe it.
Drake walked down the halls, http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101109214030/assassinscreed/images/2/27/Char_cesare.png. The many servants in the halls bowed in respect, he still had never adapted to this, he wasn't sure how his now father had taken done it. "Thank you, you're too kind." He approached the room containing the emperor cautiously, Flavius had always shown Drake respect, though there was something odd between his grandfather and his father that he'd never quite understood. He decided to enter the room, whether or not it was a wise decision remains to be seen.

"Flavius!" He noticed Aventius in the room "oh... I apologize for my intrusion, I've been meaning to speak to you about" He paused for a second "family."