Dohwa was the prince you served.

Delicate pale skin, long blond hair, strange interests in art - all this was a reason for Dohwa to listen to ridicule.

No one in the empire could believe that such a delicate flower as he became the heir to the throne. So he had to work.

You stood to the side and watched him train with his father. Dohwa's hair was disheveled, his arms were torn, and his lip was split and bleeding.