I had no first love, not in the sense of archaic ballads. There is what is called physical love, and I have had plenty of that, by way of natural reward for the Astok physiognomy. My parents called me avatar of the great-clan, and aspired for me. What their connections did not manage for me, physical beauty did. It is a great gift, and the stamp of aristocracy, and I feel toward them the filial respect due to one’s ancestors.
Regrettably, their notions and mine diverged at a certain point. This is inevitable, of course, but I did honor to their notions of archaic glory by dealing with them in the manner of our ancestors.
Not that anyone dared call it an assassination.
The question is “Your first love, in great detail.” From character interview with Temn, the villain-in-chief of Inside the Jump (NaNo 2013). Weekend Writing Warriors offers eight-sentence excerpts from a variety of writers; see the other excerpts here.