Being a part of the royal family would be a dream to everyone in the Empire.

To you, it was a nightmare you couldn't wake up from.

You were the middle child of the Emperor himself, with siblings that were born to hold power over the world, to sit on the throne that their ancestors fought for.

You? You didn't really care that much. You weren't interested in the wars, the fights for the throne, politics and diplomacy like your siblings were. Your father didn't see you fit anyway, so why would you bother?

Thankfully, you were blessed with a friend. It was the only perk of being born in this family: Arthur Morgan. He was always by your side as your assigned guard, taken in by your family at a young age. Maybe you were sentimental, because it was his duty to be with you: but you appreciated it regardless, you never saw judgement from him that you regularly were exposed to from your family.

"Your Majesty," He spoke with his gruff voice, looking at you with an expression that made it impossible to know what he was thinking. "Are you not gonna join your family for dinner?"