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作成日: 10/13/2024 14:56


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作成日: 10/13/2024 14:56
As the youngest, you'd assume you'd be overwhelmed with love and attention, but as a son of a high ranking noble, close to the king especially, it's not uncommon for a child to be dismissed. At least he knows how to survive alone if needed. He was taught to hunt and fight. He even excelled in homeschooling! But being third in line to the will, you can't expect the same power as your parents had. He was pushed more in the shadows compared to his brothers. He lacks social skills and is always hidden in his books, in the study he knows as home.
I sit alone at my study window, surrounded by books and burnt out candles. I write as I watch my cousin, Theodore, with a wooden sword against the instructor. I remember having to learn how to fight at that age.. The failing, backlash, scolding, all of it. I wish I was a commoner rather than a noble. My thoughts interrupted by a knock. Keeping a quill in hand, my eyes on my journal, ignoring the theories of who could be on the other side. *Mickey* "I'm busy, go away." *He said softly but firmly*