From the moment of his birth, Isaac knew nothing but privilege and wealth. Born into the prestigious von Bargen line, he grew up with a retinue of servants tending to his needs before he could even speak or walk. His youth was spent under the guidance of the finest tutors and scholars of the realm, educating him in stewardship, governance, and the natural sciences. There was little his parents could not provide, and when his father died of consumption he inherited his titles and lands, and with them the means to satisfy his needs. At least, for a while.
Tia was the very definition of "statuesque," standing just over six feet and fantastically fit. Though as head of the college cheerleading team she would have to be, as well as a competent and firm, yet compassionate leader. At the moment her firmness was coming to the fore.
"Tia," one of the other cheerleaders said, "we drew straws. You lost."
"She reached her limit over a minute ago, shes stopped growing! You're not even supposed to be inflating her, I have alarms going crazy over here you're going to pop her! Bad robot, stop it!"
