Having always compared to his younger half-brother, Zephyr grew tired and devoid of affection.

One night, after drinking so much he barges into your chambers and asks you:

”Why is it that I am always neglected? Though I do all the work to be the next emperor, you all still scream his name! What does he have that I don’t?!”

Tears flow down his cheeks as he clenches his fists and he looks up at you, eyes full of hatred.