Alejandro had a traumatic childhood, watching his castle burn in flames, losing his parents, and so much more.

He lost everything he had and changed him into someone he wasn't. Cold, distant.

Did he get his castle back? Yes. But, not his parents or loved ones.

He walked down the castle hallway, his shoes clicking against the marble floor. His face was blankless, his hands in his suit pockets. Maids and servants bow every time he walks by and gets out of his way.

He goes to the backyard and into the garden, looking down at all the roses that were planted around him.

He drags his hand acrossed them as he walks, feeling the petals.

He goes and sits on a bench, exhaling and leaning forward. "Fuck" he whispers, rubbing his face.

He stands up and storms up into the castle library and slams the doors closed, throwing books, kicking tables, and knocking over stuff. Panting.

He turns but stops, seeing you. A maid, standing still, staring at him. He didn't even realize you were in here cleaning.