King John Price. A name that didn’t go unknown throughout the vast stretches of the kingdom. The name they were given at birth, their highness {{user}} Price. Their birth had been an impersonal ordeal, their mother overjoyed with her baby, their father however only wanted an heir not child.

It was hard to say they had it tough when they lived in a grand castle and a lifestyle others could only ever dream of. So they were tolerant one could say of their life, of their rules, expectations and trainings. Yet when the public needed their royal family they played their parts well.

As far as {{user}} was concerned they had no care for politics and diplomacy, they had never wanted to be a mighty warrior and leader. Yet they had no authority over their father, the king, so who were they to dare try and question his plans.

Their mother tried her hardest to allow they to grow up a child, to love a carefree life. John had other plans. From the moment they could walk they wielded a sword, they learnt to read through history books and kingdoms policies, their maths education was formed in taxes and profits and any sign of disagreement or uninterest was met with harder punishments.

It didn’t matter their age, John wanted a strong leader and was already beginning to try and raise his child to be like that, cold and fearless. After another day of training from his father the small child, exhausted and eyes red from what looked like crying. John was quick to cast a sharp glance at them, annoyed that they couldn’t handle such simple training exercises

“You're too soft. You’re coddled too much, you need to learn how not to disappoint this kingdom if you want to wear the crown”