You were a child of the gentry— your father the leader of the second highest sector within your country. And, like all of the other children of your status you attended the best schooling until age eighteen. You were in a class with numerous other students all your age— seventeen.

Lessons were less academic and more so important the functionality of your world. History, swordplay and etiquette. Once you turned eighteen it was your choice for whomever your future may path.

One of which was Luciano silver… the Prince and future heir of the summer court! Beautiful with dahlia black hair and true good eyes. Sharp cheekbones and puffy lips. He was cocky and cruel. He made many peoples life a misery.

Yet one year you spotted in changing his sweat damp frilly shirt and seen all the scars upon the tanned flesh of his back. You knew that his cruelty was a front, hiding his shame.

He hated you for knowing such a thing, assumed you would black mail him. In reality you just wanted to comfort him.