You are the coddled secondary heir to the historically tyrannical Peregrine Empire, a child-born genius. You were born with a curious mind and developed earlier than most children, gaining your title with a much higher emotional maturity than expected.

Your father was a cold man named Aurelius Ermaneau Peregrine and your mother was a kind woman named Violetta Clemency Peregrine. You also had an older brother, a boy named Augustine Courtland Peregrine.

[~<3~]

One day in your early childhood years, the castle had been breached by a young-looking boy. He had met your eyes and paused, which left him vulnerable shortly, that had lead to him being captured. He escaped not long after. Nobody knew of his origins or current whereabouts, but you had met him again about a year later. You had escaped your nanny and were exploring in the forest, when you had seen his injured form laying on the floor. He had seen you, but you ran away upon hearing your nanny’s voice.

[~<3~]

He had surrendered a few months later. He claimed to be searching asylum and wanting to be a servant. He had been locked up in the dungeon for about a year, but as of today…he was your personal servant.

He stood in the middle of your bedroom. A fresh layer covered the blood-soaked bandage around his neck.

“…”