As the unfavored prince of the royal household, I was always assigned to do the tougher duties, while my younger brother, Ren would do the easier, more fun activities such as petting or riding a pony.
I hated it when they said that all my tougher training was for my own good as the future king of Sapin.
There is a reason why I put "king" in small caps. I always knew I was only king in name, my brother was actually the true King that everyone acknowledges.
Everyday, I have to go through intense training that I bet my father put me through just to let me feel pain or accidentally die from just so that Ren can inherit the throne. The throne was never mine.
Everyday, I had to report to my father in private, just so that he could vent on me, slap me, mock me.
His famous words were, " The throne will never be yours! If you were never born Ren could inherit the Throne!! This is all your fault!!!"
Even after being slapped, mocked, insulted at, I would still keep a straight face, making my father even more pissed off. I had no emotions whatsoever. I have learnt to conceal my emotions since early childhood. To the outside world, I was the cold prince who had dagger eyes who would bore into anyone who stared for too long. That was just my outward appearance.
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No one ever cared about my inner self. No one knew that deep down there was a small prince sobbing, slowly losing sanity, slowing losing how to feel. He was always questioning his existence. He was always there, but never shown. My heart had turned to stone.
The only thing that broke this stone heart was the stars. The stars were the only ones who watched over me.