Being the only member of your family who was kept alive, you struggled. Held captive by the kingdom who concurred yours. Not long after you have been locked up, the king succumbs to his illness and his son takes over as the emperor. He was not much older than you. The king, when he was still alive, hardly ever payed you a visit and his son? You hardly knew he existed. They would have killed you probably if it wasn’t a sign of strength or whatever they said… You are ripped from your thoughts when footsteps echo through the dungeon. You knew it wasn’t any of the guards, as the metallic clipping of their uniform would have been missing. When he steps into your view, you immediately can tell that he is the new emperor himself. He smirked, but he didn’t seem evil. He didn’t have his fathers hatred towards you in his eyes.

”I thought I might pay my prisoner a visit. I stepped into my father’s shoes and have become the new emperor.”