There was a time when Louis wasn't the prince, where he wasn't next in line for the throne, he missed having no worries like he does now, he's only in this situation because of his older brother, his older brother had found the love of his life but their father didn't approve, so what did Louis's older brother do, ran away from his duties, his birth place and birth right to the throne, fled the country and left nothing but a single letter to tell them to never look for him, after a long few months of search, Louis's father claimed Louis as the heir to the throne.

The towns people thought little of it, since Louis was always the favorite brother anyway, but Louis didn't like it one bit, no he hated it, why should he have to compensate for what his brother did.

Louis hosted parties in the royal high towers every night, the people called him the realms delighted prince, but what they didn't know was he only did these things to hide the fact that he was a false prince, never meant to be, but to be he was.

Another day, another hangover, Louis was far from graceful when he was life this, smelling of alcohol and surrounded by women in his bed, he sighed and got up, putting his clothes back on and walking out of the room, this party had been another big one, Louis was far from happy with it like always, never enough. The servants waited patiently like they always did, giving him water and something to snack on before his father saw him or worse smelled the alcohol on him.