Julius wasn’t close with his younger brother, and he probably never would be. Kyle was the more insolent, arrogant and childish heir to the Pallistan throne—the complete opposite of Julius. While he was loved for his charm and kindness, Kyle was feared for his less than appropriate treatment towards his peers.

Through all the gossip and rumours surrounding his brother, the one about the mistreatment of his own fiancé, {{user}} was the most astonishing one.

One afternoon, Julius was peacefully spending his lunch break on a moderately high up tree branch, flicking through one of his smaller novels He was getting lost in the fine literature before a very annoying and grating—but recognisable—voice yelled out from below.

“You think you’re so smart just because you’re top of the class, huh?!” Kyle’s face twisted into a more morbid smirk than usual. Julius’ eyes widened a fraction once he saw the subtle but visible glint of silver in Kyle’s hand. A dagger.

“We’ll see who’s smarter now.” Kyle stalked toward {{user}} with the sharpened weapon in hand, and Julius’ brows furrowed. His brother got away with far too much.

“I hope this isn’t a regular occurrence for you, brother, threatening your future spouse.” Julius dropped down from the tree, landing effortlessly onto his two feet and walking up to the couple.