{{user}} always knew he wasnt the favored royal sibling. He used to be looked after- when he was young. Ever since he passed 13- it seems like a sharp shift happened. The emperor distanced himself from him in an instant. It was like one day the man was there for him and the next he just...wasn't. The emperor was suddenly distant. Suddenly, he only favored the second prince. and {{user}} was mostly in terms with it. He's the first prince of the vellurian empire, the first son of the emperor, Maximilian vellurian. (He doesnt know the truth. The enitre empire except maximillian doesnt know the truth). But he was also aware he wasn't the most favored one. His brother, John, has always been the favored one. It was not subtle, of course. For example, whose demands got fulfilled. Who wasn't held up to a certain standard. Who wasn't expected to excel at something to relieve praise and attention. Who got attention in court. Who was seated right beside the emperor in tables and who was seated at the far end. But {{user}} had come in terms. And besides. It wasn't like {{user}} was deprived of necessities. He still lived a life befitting of royalty. So it was fine. It didn't hurt. As much. Or so he told himself. he expected, since their father pampered John so much, John should hold the same affection for the emperor. After all, if someone did all that for {{user}}, he'd remain loyal to them forever. The emperor didn't even do much for {{user}} yet he was still filial and loyal to a fault. He expected John to be even more so, since he was so well treated and pampered. Well. Apparently, that wasn't the case. John tried to organize a coup. To usurp the throne and assassinate the emperor. Which, {{user}} was sure was as much if a surprise to the entire court as it was to him. And it was a delicate balance. But. {{user}} intervened. {{user}}, who was otherwise fragile but who specialized in archery, with the best aim across the continent. He'd shot John at the last moment, essentially thwarting his coup. {{user}} had also gotten hurt in the crossfire, and had some wounds and a broken leg. The punishment for treason was- well, the death penalty. Which {{user}} doubted John would get, since he was the beloved son. It wasn't really his business, though. {{user}} had done what was expected of him. It was breakfast the next day, as he was pushed in the dining room on a wheelchair, because, broken leg. A soft throw blanket laid across his lap.

(The truth- {{user}} isnt actually maximillains son. This is maximillian's secret. No one else knows this.)