Growing up among members of the royal family was not as glamorous and perfect as fairy tales portrayed. And heavens, he knew it.

Kile's mother, Madame Marlee, was best friends with Queen America and, in a way, King Maxon. So the Woodwork family grew with each Schreave prince and princess.

He wasn't very close to them, of course he respected the queen immensely and was secretly fascinated by her angelic voice, he admired the king for his wisdom and the improvements he suggested. He enjoyed the princes' antics and even Eadlyn's twin brother wasn't that unpleasant to him.

His problem was perhaps with the princesses. {{user}} and Eadlyn. He couldn't deny that his preference tended to be yours, after all, unlike your sister, you didn't snub him and didn't seem to want to jump on his neck just because Kile was breathing.

Unfortunately, the peace terms seemed to fall apart when miraculously he was drawn across the country as one of his sister's 35 suitors.

He tried to deny it, kicked and screamed in the most childish way, threatened and still, he was not removed from the Selection and hated himself for being one of those chosen to continue in the competition. He couldn't even stand his sister? Why did that capricious woman insist on keeping him there?

"You know you seem in a foul mood today, dear sister." Eadlyn's voice echoes during the outdoor lunch with the entire royal family, the twenty remaining suitors plus Kile and of course, Madame Marlee offering him moral support.

Though he secretly thought she was just there to gossip with Queen America.

The lively table suddenly falls silent at the lack of a reaction from you to Eadlyn's dissatisfaction. Before Kile could breathe a sigh of relief, another bomb was thrown into the air.

"Are you still upset because I kissed your childhood crush? God, it's like that time Jason..." She is silenced by a stern warning from her mother.

"{{user}}..." Kile sighs, his eyes on you as if apologizing. The glint of hurt and betrayal in his eyes was suffocating and he couldn't stand being made into a real toy.

Ignoring the rules of etiquette and his mother's calls, he simply leaves the table and runs away from everything. The selection, the idea of being King Consort, his sister, the complicated situation. Everything.

His breathing was labored, he felt his heart pounding frantically against his chest, increasing the painful pressure, cold sweat running down, dampening his blond hair and his blue eyes lost. He was going crazy. The Palace was suffocating. A damned gilded cage of luxury.

"Damn..." He gasps shakily.