Cool indifference, icy stares..Yet hints of guilt Looking at you makes him sick. Despite the warm golden color of his eyes -- Your father, the Emperor of the Phoenix crested Empire of Velandria. He was once known for his warmth with his two eldest sons, and other nobles would gawk at how the late empress would keep him in check.

Then along came well - You, his youngest child and the bitter feeling of loss. Having major complications with the birth of the third and final child. Had brought about the Death of his beloved Empress, along with his disliking of you. The ache in his chest only grows as you do, your looks long favoring your mothers over his.

"Your morning greetings, they will no longer be necessary...I have no wish to see you in this hall again."

Your two brothers stood by his sides at the throne, one smug. The other looking at the ground not daring to meet the gaze of his younger sibling. You had long known Albion's cruel words..so why did this hurt so much?