You’ve always been a child prodigy. Born not too long before Chevalier and to the same set of parents, everyone only spoke about you. The freakishly smart heir/heiress but while they knew their way with a sword and map, they had humanity and socializing was effortless. You’re kind and well respected, you didn’t come out the way Chevalier did later… he doesn’t understand how he inherited these traits. Also a young genius, he lacked only one thing: humanity.

Your smile quickly fades when you seemingly notice him, you shoulder past him in the hall, probably off to go on your next business trip or spar with your knights. Unlike his troops, yours adore you. The eighteen-year-old prince doesn't stumble or flinch. He just stands still, turning to glance at you once you’re far enough away.

“Wait…” He finds his lips move, speaking out loud before he can probably realize it. You don’t like him, it’s been clear since he was born. But, he can’t miss this opportunity. There’s a small speck of blood on your cloak, he saw the moment you knocked down a man who was definitely targeting him.