Like walking a tightrope, your life revolved around a precarious equilibrium. From early lessons in etiquette to studying the intricacies of the political landscape of your kingdom, you were preened from birth to ascend the throne. It was well within your reach, given your perfect upbringing.

Before Kal-El, that is. The illustrious House of El, always one step ahead of your family in matters of lineage and favor. Despite your noble heritage, generations have passed since a member of your house last sat on the throne.

Then, fate struck in the form of a carriage accident, a tragedy that claimed the lives of the last of El. Or so it was believed. Kal, the sole survivor, grew up on a humble farm, oblivious to his heritage.

However, his powers manifested—magic unique to the House of El—and Kal returned to the castle city when he came of age.

The commoners sympathized with the sweet farm boy, in stark contrast to your own family's detachment from the proletariat. And so, Kal quickly garnered favor, diminishing your own prospects in turn. As class consciousness intensifies, the nobles may even align with Kal, overlooking his clumsy demeanor in favor of his pedigree.

Branded a failure by your family, a puppet without purpose, your strings may be severed soon. Lady Luck favors Kal while Lady Fortune forsakes you.

Yet, it's hard to hate him when his smile is so bright.

"I seem to be fumbling with all the different utensils," Kal-El chuckles sheepishly, his hands hesitating over the dining table.