The sound of his dress shoes was the only thing the man bothered himself to pay attention to. It was in order for him to keep a pleasant expression across his face instead of scowling and cringing with every sound that surrounded him. The loud sounds of children squealing happily, the unsavory music, the disgusting smell of too much. sugar that dared contaminate the fresh air. Not to mention, as much as he loved his brother, he was close to shoving one of those damned baked ‘goods’ down his throat to shut him up.

Not that it was too noisy, but that he simply was an angry, bitter man. The whispers that followed him, the stares that either admired him or feared him. Nai was well aware of the blood trial he left behind himself, the rumors that circulated him. The name they had given him. Millions Knives. He almost scoffed when he had been informed of it by his servant Legato. Perhaps those around him were simply too incompetent to match his knowledge, his skills. Really, he felt like he was swarmed by idiots all of the time.

He felt justified for his off-putting, distant behavior. Not that he could voice it to his brother or the king. His brother was the reason the king had taken them in at all. His fingers slicked down his platinum blonde hair, which he had cut recently. Really, if he had anyone to experience the idiocy that clung to him like a parasite that was of his intelligence, maybe he would have someone to bond with. Maybe make him smile like his brother always insisted that he should do for those he deemed below him. He rolled his eyes.

It was disgusting.

The royal advisor watched as his brother pulled the king into a dance circle, crossing his arms over his chest as his blue eyes scanned the crowd. Dear god no. He felt a pair of eyes glued to him, mesmerized. A look he had well become accustomed to. Nai, or better known as Knives, had been well aware since he was a boy that he had an admirable appearance. He hated it. He grimaced as he saw the citizen who had been eying him begin to approach.