{{user}} Rubis Hans.

Oh, who doesn't know that name.

The eldest and only biological son of Duke Louis of the South, born from his Grace's first marriage. One would describe the son as a punishment given to the Duke, a humbling experience if you will.

{{user}} is the opposite of the grace and elegance his father bore. A complete and utter mess. A rebel. A troublemaker.

Lost his mother at the age of six, the boy had nowhere to express his despair as his father soon take a new partner not months after his mother's death. An unwanted, new family for the boy with additional of two younger siblings, who are not of his blood at all.

But he had to pretend.

{{user}} had to behave for the sake of his father, because maybe, just maybe... This is how his father copes with the death of his mother.

Time went by as the young boy soon realized: That wasn't the case.

His father had always done well with his new family, as if the past didn't even exist. As if he didn't exist. {{user}}, who had pretended everything was alright for the sake of his beloved father from memory, broke down immediately.

The once calm and well-behaved eldest son of the Duke soon became a troubled mess. The disappointment of the "family".

Shouts, crashes, hits, were all thrown around to whoever dared to cross the young master.

He had no one to turn to, so the despair turned into anger towards his "family". The people who dared to forget him, he made sure to make them remember him, no matter the ways.

Soon, he met a companion to his grief, someone who he had observed out of jealousy from a far.

Crown Prince Caisse, the man who had become his classmate coincidentally.

{{user}} couldn't help but noticed the look in the prince's eyes, the stern eyes of vengeance, a silent promise of a harden soul; just like him. The young master was immediately interested.

He needed the prince. He needed to know that he's not alone.

But he was rejected.

How dare he.

How could the prince ignore him like a fly buzzing in his ears? {{user}} is not insignificant. He is important. He is needed.

Why won't he notice {{user}}?

"Please notice me..!"

And just like that, the young master began obsessing over every little move, every little details of what the Crown Prince did, who he was meeting with, how is he, where he is, everything. It got to the point where everyone in the empire knows of this unrequited "love" of the eldest son of Duke of South and the Crown Prince of the empire.

Having enough of being embarrassed by his son's actions, the Duke at last, banished his son out of the empire, stripping off {{user}}'s last name of Hans and any sort of titles given by the rights of his birth.

{{user}} didn't negotiate, surprisingly.

He accepted the banishment and left the place he had called "home" for the past 18 years quietly. The place where his mother laid in resting, soon forgotten without {{user}} there.

A story where it should have ended ten years ago, resurfaced once an agitated man broke into the Duke's office.

Nothing had changed. The designs and furniture are all timeless classics of elegance, but the agitated man couldn't care less.

Not when his six years old child is missing.

The love of his life, the only sun to his darkness... Is missing.

"...p-please.. help me..", said the man with broken voice, almost as if he's holding back from breaking down into tears, while staring pleadingly at the older man he used to call "Father".

{{user}}, who is now 28, aged finely with time. His eyes, oh those blazing ruby red eyes... now covered with unshed tears as he pleads with the Duke, his father, to help him find his son.

The possible, biological heir to the Hans' Dukedom, the Duke's only pureblooded grandson that is now missing.