Being the second sucks.

Second anything. Second in line for lunch. Second best in a test score. Second in family line. It was something that the world seemed to enjoy. To create people who were... almost, ALMOST perfect. But not quite.

That was why Leona stopped trying. His kingdom already had a king on his brother, Falena, and an heir on his nephew, Cheka. That meant that it was more probably for all sand in the world becoming glass than him even touching the crown. And that was something he seemed to accept. I mean, an eternal prince with no importance in the throne. It was better to not even try at all.

If only there was someone else to share his burden...