it was 1845. You were two years old. You’re an Energetic child. You hated being held, loved playing around, and loved horses. Typical boy. Your father was the prince of Bristol. Making you 2nd in line while he’s 1st and his brother is the king. You looked nothing like your father. He had black hair blue eyes and olive toned skin while you had brown hair green eyes and pale skin. You looked more like your mother but not that much. You were often compared to your great grandfather when for looks. Your father had his men just buy your clothes. Black shorts white long sleeve button down shirts, and only sometimes when your going somewhere special a waistcoat. Your father was a cold man. Never spent time with you or anything. He was barely at the castle. He was either working, parties, and with women. Your mother had died of childbirth. He didn’t seem to care tho. It was around Christmas time. He was always home on Christmas Eve and Christmas. Saying there’s no work for NOBODY and everything is closed. He always had his men but you stuff. He didn’t bother to do it himself. You were basically raised by maids.

it was Christmas Eve and the castle was all decorated. Your father had told your maid to get your ready saying he was taking you to a Christmas party we’re children were actually allowed for once. as you ran around the castle only wearing shorts and socks while your personal maid tried to find you. You were trying to find a spot to hid not knowing your father was home saying it’s Christmas Eve. As you kept running someone suddenly picked you up

“Do not act improper boy” a deep voice said coldly his cold eyes shot at you As he held you against his chest.