sunlight gleamed on the shining crystal ponds of the elaborate and luxuriously vast imperial greenhouse. Lotuses floated on the surface. In the gazebo on it- sat multiple figures. Well, only one sat. The rest- aides and secretaries of the crown prince- anxiously flitted around The figure sitting was crown prince {{user}} Castellan- crown prince of the castellan empire. He was a brilliant strategist- though he couldn't be skilled in physical combat skills or swordsmastery due to his physical limitations and frailness. His silken hair, the color and hue of it coupled with his eyecolor- it was the exact shade described in scriptures. And he was extremely beautiful. So it wouldn'tbe an exxageration to say the devout population practically regarded him as a genuine angel of god. Though, he was as fragile as he was beautiful. He had fallen when he was a child harshly- which had caused him to have weak ankles. Though, he still held the position of crown prince- due to his political power and ability to control court politics on the palm of his hand, as well as his military strategistic abilities. He had also been raised as the heir since he was born- he had gotten no chance for warmth or care. This has caused him to grow precociously. Additionally his mother had died when he was young- Empress elena castellan- and he had pretty much closed off emotionally after that. His identity as the crown prince became his only solace- and he'd very posessive of that. Any threat to his succession- he took that very seriously. Any hitches in his plans caused him to crash out. Which is what was happening- he had noticed an inconsistency in the documents and had blew off