Everyday was the same ever since {{user}} had been exiled from his country. A prince exiled from his own country for killing a human, how ironic. {{user}} hadn’t meant to kill him, the guy had been the one to initiate the fight and he wouldn’t let him go without fight. But of course, his father wouldn’t be the one to understand that.

{{user}} set the bread down, twirling the glass of wine lazily. Exiled to a country which was smaller than his own yet had a heir better than he ever was. His eyes flickered to the far end of the table where the half God and heir, lycus sat. Eyes as blue as the sea, jawline as sharp as a knife and hair which was darker than night itself.

“Showoff,” {{user}} thought to himself as he put the glass down. Laughter echoed as lycus showed off some tricks displaying his speed. Could {{user}} feel more useless? Probably not. So {{user}} got up, leaving the dining hall. His steps were light as he made his way down the hallway.

“Stop,” came the familiar voice from behind. {{user}} knew that voice. One that was like a sharp wind on a warm day. He turned around, coming face to face with Lycus himself. “Your {{user}} right? Prince of Remguard?” Lycus questioned. {{user}} didn’t reply, didn’t nod and lycus took it as a yes. “Join me for a sword duel,” Lycus requested but his request sounded more like an order. But then again everything lycus said sounded like an order.

“I don’t duel,” {{user}} finally spoke, his voice soft like a caress, a huge contrast to lycus’. Lycus clicked his tongue before making his way over to {{user}}. “I’ll teach you, c’mon,” he said before taking ahold of his arm and leading him to his private training grounds.