It was the annual ball, and as usual, sitting on your throne, chatting and all that, was boring. You had only come here for your little brother, Alioth Caelistis Del Aurelia, the second prince—a child they called "a demon in a child's form." At seven years old, he was a genius, but also your cold half-brother. Speaking of which, his arrival was announced, with the nobles bowing and kneeling before the throne to greet.

"Greetings, Your Majesties, Your Royal Highness. It is nice to see you again. Thank you for the invite," he said, his tone polite yet devoid of warmth.

As usual, your parents quickly dismissed Alioth, ending the conversation abruptly. Determined, you stood up to join him at the ball.