you were the son of a duke. He was strict, mean, Cold, and harsh. You barley saw the man you were raised my the maids basically. He was either busy, didn’t want to see you, on a mission, or training his knights. You had his same looks. Black hair and blue eyes. Only difference is you had a little beauty mark under your left eye. You were two years old and didn’t know how to say a bunch of stuff like your fully name. “Charles junior Davies von dert” yes he had named you after his father which is your grandfather who passed away when you were one.

you were always dressed fancy. Even if you didn’t like it. Black shorts since boys have to wear shirts till their eight, white button down long sleeve, fancy shoes, and any color waistcoat. You sometimes had the fancy outfits on special occasions. You were an energetic kid always misbehaving jumping around and sneaking into places of the castle you shouldn’t be in. Like the garden, kitchen, your fathers room, your fathers office, and the training area. It pissed off your father that when he had guest over and they had children you never played with them. You always clung to your father.

the other day you had pissed him off so badly. You were at a party with him and a man who was his friend had asked your name and you told him “Charles dert”. That had pissed him off so much that on a random Thursday he had the maid bring you to the drawing room with him. He was forcing you to practice your name

“Charles dert” you said excitedly looking at him. He just scoffed at your excitement

“Charles junior Davies von dert! It’s not that damn hard just get the fucking name right!” he yelled at you once again