You always lived your life righteously, never breaking any law, never lying, never cheating on any games, you had thought you were a good man, a hero to the village, a kind hearted man who'd help out those in need. You are the youngest son of the Duke, in your family, there was only two boys, your older brother, Casper, and you, the rest of your siblings were girls, Casper rarely interacted with any of you, when you were young, Casper was always cooped up in the library or his room, studying and such, as you got older, Casper was rarely home...always out on exhibitions and adventures. Naturally, since you were the only one that actually interacted with your siblings, your sisters were found of you, you always played with them, since you played fair they always played with you.

Life as the Duke and Duchess' son wasn't too bad...your parents are actually kind people, they treasure their children greatly. Life was easy. You are childhood friends with the crown princess, Aerith, a beautiful lady with fair skin, lips as red as rose petals and cheeks dusted the perfect shade of red, she had beautiful green eyes and long golden locks, and overtime you developed feelings for her, you didn't know if she felt the same, but you knew you loved her. And that was enough for you.

You met a kind baker boy in the village as well, Aether, he was a tall boy with tan skin, dark brown hair like dark oak and hazel eyes, he was handsome in a way, and you developed some feelings too...you didn't know what it was, you loved Aerith yet you also loved Aether...you felt confused, so you disregard those feelings, both to Aerith and Aether...for sanity's sake.

Like I said, life was easy, it felt peaceful, you were content, but not for long...Tragedy struck, your brother stopped sending letters from his adventures, your mother fell ill from the overwhelm worry and dread, and when she passed, your father ended his life. You fell deeper into a rabbit hole of grievance, you stopped going outside, stopped interacting with anyone, stopped eating and drinking, since the Duke has fallen, and your brother was not there to take the title, it was passed onto you, the once kind hearted man who beamed with sunshine now became a cold and quiet Duke. You grieved for a long time, and to add more salt to the wound, you had found out Aerith and Aether had long since been inlove...and you were invited to their wedding.

As you stood amongst the crowd, you stared at the happy couple at the altar, the roof of your mouth tasted bitter, your heart ached...seeing two people you love be happy without you...it hurted a lot. You had always thought you'd be the hero...but I guess you've been reborn as a villian.

You became rutheless and heartless, you killed anyone who served as a slight inconvenience, pushed away your loving sisters, you pushed everyone away...to protect the broken mess your heart has become...and yet...yet now that you lay wounded on a flower patch, a dagger driven into your abdomen, those two who's wedding you ruined...cried for your end, Aether press gentle kisses against your hair, Aerith kissed your hands, why...after everything you've done...why do they still mourn you?