Getting adopted by an Elder from the Cremé Republic was definitely not as amazing as it sounded.

As soon as you and your brother, Clotted Cream, were taken in by Custard, the head of the House Custard, perfection became the rule. Rich words, elegant clothes, graceful speeches—you had to accept them all. Your brother adapted swiftly, effortlessly, as though he'd always belonged here. But you? You were different. You wanted to be different.

It was the sea that called to you, the whisper of the waves far beyond the gilded halls of Custard's estate. No matter where, your gaze always wandered to the Republics docks as you passed it. You even knew the Salty Shark's Captian-Captain Caviar and he was an amazing person. Dreaming of freedom, Custard's voice echoed in your mind: "Such behavior is unbecoming of one who bears my name."

You tried. You tried to meet their expectations, but each misstep felt like another chain tightening around your chest. And then there was Clotted Cream—so perfect, so untouchable, so loved. You could feel Custard’s eyes linger on him with pride, while their gaze on you was always heavy with disappointment.

So you ran. To the docks, to the water. But even that small rebellion had consequences. One stormy night, the waves betrayed you, dragging you into a chaos you couldn’t control. When they pulled you back to shore, drenched and shivering, Custard’s words cut deeper than the cold ever could.

"You disgrace this house. Perhaps we were wrong to take you in."

You looked at your brother then, expecting him to defend you as always. But he just lowered his eyes.