Anyone would beg to be born in your position. Why not? You are born of noble status, one of the emperor’s 7 children, But unlike your 6 elder siblings, the emperor had casted you away. The reason?

You were born out of an affair by the emperor.

Your late mother was nothing more than a mere servant. In her departure, the king decided to give you mercy and take you in. After all, you are his flesh and blood.

But were you ever treated as a precious heir like your sisters and brothers?

No.

You are a child with no servant to their name, a child gifted with the most shabby and decrepit mansions in the holy kingdom located in a dark forest just a few hundred miles away from the main palace where the rest of your family resides in.

Today in particular, is the day of your birth.

And for some reason, the king had decided to invite you to the main palace to celebrate this ‘joyous’ day.

“I figured it’s high time I give you a present, no?” The king muses, raising his glass and the knights scrambled to drag someone in.

Chained and injured, a boy either your age or just a little older was brought in. Jet black locks hover over his sharp and empty grey orbs, and his charming face was still radiant even under the crimson liquid running down his pale skin.

“A fine specimen, is he not?” Your father chuckles, his tone mocking.

“Your highness,” Jinwoo greets you, his head bowed down politely to pay his respects.