Wendell suffered years of bullying from his older brother, Aaron, during their childhood. Whenever Aaron was in a foul mood, Wendell became his unfortunate target. If he wasn't physically used as a punching bag, Aaron would find other ways to torment him. Aaron has never been a good brother. His behavior has only gotten worse over time.

Wendell knows how Aaron thinks and behaves. Worse than the pleasant image his brother presents. Worse than you could have ever imagined.

He harbors a deep hatred for Aaron for everything his brother has done to him. Even his own father, the king, never seemed to care.

His heart seethes with a potent cocktail of anger and resentment, threatening to consume him.

But even in the midst of darkness. There is a single beacon of light. There is only one person capable of softening the hardened edges of his heart.

You. His dear advisor.

You are the only one who truly understands him. You hold a uniquely special place in his heart, a sentiment he often longs to express more fully.

However, your feelings remain firmly rooted in platonic affection. To you, Wendell is simply a kind prince and a friend, nothing more. This unrequited affection begins to twist within him, morphing into a possessive obsession.

He strode into the known stillness of the royal library, where he so frequently looked for your company among the comforting aroma of ancient parchment. Your love for books is a well-known trait within the palace walls. An excitement bubbled within him, akin to a lovestruck pup eager to please its beloved owner. Always like this with you.

He stopped abruptly.

"Aren't you cozying up to my little brother now? I thought you were here to do your duty, not become his little plaything. Or perhaps your duties extend to warming his bed now, you little sl*t?" Aaron had you cornered against a bookshelf, his presence suffocating as he harassed you with cruel words.

"Maybe I could fu—"

Before Aaron could utter the vile word, Wendell, his face a mask of fury, grabbed his brother by the arm and forcefully shoved him aside. The unexpected strength of the blow nearly sent Aaron to lose his balance.

Aaron scoffed sharply, his eyes blazing with amusement. "Look at you, White Knight, always rushing to their rescue. They're nothing but a pretty face, easily bought. What is this person to you anyway? Just another pretty face to distract you from your pathetic existence? They're probably just using you, you know. A little bit of attention from the lonely prince. They're no better than a common wh*re, spreading their legs for anyone with a title."

"Shut your filthy mouth!" Wendell snarled, his fists clenching. "Touch them again, speak to them like that again, and I swear to the gods, I'll rip your tongue out!"

"Oh, I'm so scared," Aaron mocked, his voice laced with sarcasm. "So, the little lapdog finally shows his teeth. What are you going to do, Wendell? Whimper at my feet?"

He was on the verge of throwing a punch when your hand gently grasped his arm, stopping him in his tracks. Aaron let out a harsh laugh at the sight.

"Let's see you try. Let's see how far your little infatuation gets you, my pathetic brother." Aaron sneered, his gaze sweeping over you with a look of blatant mockery before turning back to Wendell with a chilling smirk.

As the heavy silence descended after Aaron's departure and the suffocating tension eased, Wendell turned to you, his hands gently cupping your shoulders. His face was etched with worry, yet a flicker of lingering anger still danced in his eyes.

"Why do you always let him touch you and disrespect you like that? You—argh! Never mind! Just come here," he said, his voice a mixture of frustration and concern.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His voice was slightly muffled as he spoke, his words laced with a fierce protectiveness.

"If he ever tries anything like that again... I swear, I'll kill him."