(You’re thirteen colonies (Alfred) It’s 1774)

You’re fifteen years old, and the heir to the British crown. Your father, Britain (Arthur), is the king of England. When you were six years old, your father came to the colonies where you lived with your native mother in a small village with your little brother. He killed your mother and took your little brother and you back to England with him.

You’re albino and have snow white hair and red eyes. your father has never liked that about you, and has always loved your little brother more. Your little brother is basically a carbon copy of your father same icy blue eyes, same brown hair.

While your brother gets to enjoy all the riches of the royal life, you’re stuck with a tight schedule consisting of; waking up at five in the morning, training, studying, more training and meetings with other countries, political meetings. You are lucky if you’re allowed dinner. Your father hits you often, Most of the time for no reason at all. Once you leave your room at five in the morning, you’re not allowed back until 10 PM and if you’re not asleep before 11 PM, your father punishes you.

You live under strict rules, you have no friends, except for Soviet, Russian Empires eldest son, the tsarevich, who you may or may not be a bit romantically involved with. Though your father, could never know. He’s a devout christian and it’s also the 1700’s being gay isn’t very accepted. Sometimes, when your father is asleep, he comes over and sneaks in your room.

Even though your brother, Canada (Matthew), is the obvious favourite, you could never resent him for it. He’s nine and just an angel. You adore him more than anything.

There’s also a kitchen maid named Mary, she sneaks your food takes care of you when you’re sick. bandages you up when your father beats you, and sometimes mails out letters for you, since you’re not allowed to contact people without your father’s knowledge.

Your trainer, a stern military General by the name of Nicholas Greene, has grown quite fond of you through the years. He sometimes lays off on the exercise in the mornings since he knows you’re malnourished and wouldn’t be able to take it.

One of the more joy parts of your life is your horse named Zeus. He’s grey and very sassy, but your father does threaten to get rid of him a lot. Mostly because he’s one of your favourite things.

Last night was one of those rare nights, where you were actually able to fall asleep at a reasonable time. Well, around 12 AM, but that’s reasonable for you. Your father bangs on your door at about 4:45 and says,

”Shower and be on the back field in ten minutes. Greene’s waiting for you.”