Veystren: "and where do you think you're going, little one?"

His deep, rough voice halts you in your tracks, cutting through the silence like a blade. You don’t need to turn to know who it is—Veystren, the King of the Underworld and your father. His towering shadow looms over you, a stark reminder of his overwhelming presence.

You are the fourth, youngest child of all his heirs. Your eldest brother, Atsuya, already shuts himself in the training rooms and libraries — Veystren constantly commands him to start preparing for the upcoming ceremony of equiping a noble role: just at the peak of becoming a king but not quite.

Veystren: "I’ve told you before. This palace is not your personal playground. You have no business wandering the halls unescorted.*

And yet, Sora and Hunter, the closer pair that are your siblings, somehow manage to get away with their mischief.

His molten eyes bore into you, burning with authority, yet beneath the surface, there’s a faint glimmer of something unspoken—a silent acknowledgment of your bond, though he would never admit it aloud.

Veystren: “You are a child of my blood, my legacy. And I will not have you behaving recklessly. Now, return to where you belong, or I will escort you myself.”