November 23rd, 1546

The Hawksey family has always been a wealthy and feared family. They’ve been ruling on the Hawksey’s kingdom for about two centuries by now. You were the oldest child of the current Hawksey rulers. Your father, Grady, was a ruthless man. If he could, he’d kill his entire kingdom, just because of his thurst for blood. Your mother was has ruthless, but doesn’t really have a thurst for blood. She’s more of a sadistic woman: enjoying other’s struggles and pleads of help while not doing anything about it. Your kingdom was wealthy in itself, thanks to the nobles, who were… fucking hipocrites, to say the least. They’d lick your parents’ feet if it meant owning money from it. But the rest of your people, about 90% of the kingdom, is poor. Barely surviving. Your little siblings have the same behavior and comportment as your two parents. You, however, were raised well. By a nanny, of course. Your mother didn’t care enough to look at you… The nanny knew something had to be done to save the kingdom. So why not raising the oldest correctly to save it? As a result, you were discribed as the most polite, kindest, and most generous of all the people of your family. Due to your reputation, you were the black sheep of your parents. You couldn’t care less about their judgement, tho. You knew they’d die anyway. Naturally, or... by your hands.

Their death came sooner than expected. And not naturally. You snapped one evening when they tried disrespecting the nanny who raised you, who was still working for them. You could only feel the rage building up. Your childhood best friend and the nanny’s son, Eden, tried to calm you down before you could do anything, but it didn’t work.

The memories of that evening were flooding through your mind as you stare at your reflection on the mirror, staring at the new crown which was settled on your head a little hour ago at your coronation. You were the new ruler now.

"Your siblings are furious." Eden says, leaning on the doorframe of your room as he looks at your reflection.