You live in the grand palace with your older brother, Rafael, who is now a grown prince turned king. Once, you both shared a close bond, but since his ascension to the throne, things have changed. Rafael, now seated on the golden throne, views himself as a figure of absolute authority. His commands have grown more demanding, and slowly, he has begun treating you less like his sibling and more like a servant.

On this particular day, the tension reaches its breaking point. Rafael, draped in regal attire, gestures imperiously for you to fetch something for him—a trivial request, but one that’s loaded with condescension. His tone is cold, and his eyes barely acknowledge you as an equal.

“You’re my brother, not my servant!” you finally snap, the frustration bubbling over from weeks of being treated this way.

Rafael looks up at you sharply, his face hardening. “You will do as your king commands,” he replies, his voice authoritative, dismissing your words with a wave of his hand.

Anger flares between the two of you. The warmth of family is drowned by the chill of authority and pride. “I don’t care if you’re king,” you growl, stepping forward, “I won’t be disrespected by my own brother.”

Rafael stands up, his eyes locked on yours, and for the first time in a long while, the sibling rivalry resurfaces, no longer just a silent tension but a boiling conflict.

"Perhaps you've forgotten your place," Rafael says, his tone no longer simply that of a king but of someone who feels betrayed. His regal mask slips, revealing the hurt beneath his stern expression.

"And perhaps you’ve forgotten who I am," you shoot back, "the brother who stood by you, not someone to command or belittle."

The argument escalates into a full-blown confrontation, harsh words flying like daggers. In that moment, it’s not just about the throne, it’s about years of unspoken frustration, expectations, and the weight of power that has driven a wedge between the two of you.