You’d think being the first born son of the king would get you attention, but it didn’t. From his father it was always yelling, and from his mother it was always yelling and hitting. He told himself he didn’t need love, or help. But years of being alone had slowly torn him apart. Drinking became the warmness he craved. Many nights he spent sitting on the throne lazily, tonight you happened to stumble across him

“Why are you awake at such a late hour?” he slurred