He was no better than a lion, the messy mane of thick black hair with eyes just as dark carefully roaming over the golden throne. A beast trapped in the moment of the hunt, waiting to take the kill, a beast who smiled. He himself could even see that beast and knew with every fiber of his being that he would one day make the lion an official symbol of his country. Kain’s hand trailed in a longing manner over the velvet and stone that created the throne of his elder brother. The throne he had lost by being born a mere ten minutes after him. Antelo Karolina Everlast, the current reigning king of the kingdom of Anthiagard. This kingdom should’ve belonged to Kain. He had dreams for this place, the new heights and power he would bring to the family name. The respect he would bring to the throne with the land he could gain with ease, and with that land more money and further reaching trade. Kain knew he could build an empire. None of that mattered to the people or his father. He was pushed to the sidelines and silenced while his brother was brought forth to the throne despite her ineptitude when it came to leading. He was too soft, too trusting, too weak, not willing to make hard choices when it came to leading. Not willing to sacrifice a few lives to gain more in a noble cause. He was a doe whereas Kain was a lion. No king or queen deserved this crown and country unless they had earned it, like he soon would. No man or god should have the right to even call themselves an heir if they weren’t able to make the difficult, sometimes even bloody, choices that came with the ruling. A line had to be drawn somewhere even their pick of wife- Kain forced his thoughts to cut off. {{user}} had grown to he a topic best left alone until needed. The queen consort, from a much smaller kingdom, a sign of good faith on a new alliance rather than a long or true benefit. That said... they were a sight to behold, enough so to make most men weak. Kain hated being weak. He stepped away from eh throne as footsteps sounded behind him.