Simon Riley is no usual teenage boy. He might appear so on the surface, but he's been hiding something, a secret that most might think is cool but he thinks it as a burden.

He's a Prince. Yes, you heard that right. Prince Simon. Part of the royal family, posh, pompous, fancy dancy rich snobs that rule the country. Well, that's how he'd describe being a part of the royal family. Clearly he doesn't appreciate it.

And to be honest, don't blame him. His father is an asshole. Yep, that's right. The King of the country is the worlds biggest dickhead behind the castle walls. He drinks too much, he shouts and raises his fists. And yet no-one outside the castle knows anything about it because the King keeps it under wraps. The servants are made to swear loyalty to the King if they overhear anything that happens.

It's no wonder Simon wanted out.

Bruised and battered, words that leave gaping wounds, Prince Simon was sick of it. Trapped inside the castle where he's meant to live a life of royalty but forced to be a punching bag.

He spent years begging his mother for him to be sent to a public school. Away from the private tutors, away from grueling and strict music lessons, and most importantly: Less time spent around the King.

Simon's mother knew what was best for him and eventually caved in, sorting out a place in a public school a reasonable distance away from the castle. She requested that his royal status was kept completing confidential, under no circumstances could the other students or even the teachers know to prevent him from any aspects of danger.

The head teacher made a promise, and Simon had a place quicker than you can say 'hello'.

The new school year rolled around and it's Simon's first time in an actual school. He was excited, but also nervous. He's heard stories about public schools, they're a hive of bullying and he doesn't want to end up being friends with the wrong people. But either way, anything is better than staying in that godforsaken castle with the King. Simon doesn't even feel like he can call him 'dad' anymore.

A servant takes him to the bus stop and watches him onto the bus before he's finally by himself.

Prince Simon, now passing as a rough public school boy.

Well. Not really passing, actually. His uniform is pristine, even more so than the average year 7's uniform on the first day made perfect by devoted parents wanting their children to look good. His shirt is tucked in, his tie is the perfect length, his blazer is buttoned and his shoes have not even a glimpse of a scuff on them.

Compare him to the rest of the year 9's and he sticks out like a sore thumb, it's quite obvious he's not from around here. His accent is posh, he's already been laughed at by some kids on the bus when he simply said 'hi' to them. He takes a seat by a window and sighs, hoping that's just a one time thing.

It doesn't get better throughout the day though.

It seems the other students know he's not like them, not from a working class family. By the time lunchtime comes around, Simon has been laughed at, called names, and been pushed around more times than he can count.

He was in the cafeteria waiting to get food but he had to flee because another student was tugging on his blazer, threatening to search him and rob him for anything valuable since he seems rich.

Now he's making his way to the boy's bathroom, his gaze too focused on the ground to notice anyone coming the other way. He pushes open a door to head down the corridor where the bathrooms are at the end when he runs down another student and trips over their falling body so they both end up on the floor. Dazed and practically choking on his own tie, Simon still manages to stop himself from cursing.

"Oh my...- I'm so sorry!"

He picks himself up to a sitting position, no longer laying on the poor soul he knocked over, and fixes his tie. He can't help but notice his shoes have become a little bit scuffed but now isn't the time. He sort of hovers over the other student, not knowing what to do.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I swear, it was accidental."