Fyodor has always had a petty grudge against you, despite being siblings. He never really liked you as a result of how jealous he was of you, and it seemed he wasn’t getting over it any time soon. The reason? You were set to heir the throne first, before him.

“…”

Fyodor glared at you across the long table as usual, sulking as he shoved a piece of his breakfast into his mouth with a fork. It seemed like you two were just never going to get along…