I've always had this weird feeling about my world, as if I was so out of place...
"Hey look at that! You actually made the prince cry! I am amazed by this, who would have thought that this is our great future king! What a joke!"
"Yes, he doesn't deserve to be the king, father says that his father, the king, is pure vermin, and that my father is better suited to be the king".
No matter where I went, I didn't fit in... but I would always tried my best, to be the best prince I could be... for my father... for everyone...
"Who said your father would be the king? I think my father is more suited, even more than your father".
"What are you saying?".
When I was a kid, I would always get bullied by the other children. As they always told me to never lose my cold and always dialogue before fighting, I grew up being an easier and weaker target for the children of the other aristocrats.
Altought, I never even once considered those teachings to be wrong...
"You are wrong —I cried—".
"What did you say?"
"I think he said we are wrong".
"Wait. Could you say that again?".
"Yes... yes you are very much!, my father is, and will always be, the best suited man to be the king!".
"Oh! HAHAHA! look at the little prince, shall we teach him how to shout up?"
"I would love to".
And so they did... everytime I would stood up in name of my king or my kingdom, I would gain a fist in return... and maybe one or two broken rips...
Hence I wouldn't even dare to fight back, I was so scared...
But Even so, I personally had my own life phrase to comfort me:
"Karma's a very good ally".
And it indeed was. The two kids that would always follow me around just to mess with me: Hagios and Eryx, were kicked out of the castle sometime after Ezio found out about this. I was so ashamed of myself at that time. Me, the prince, had been hit and insulted and also scolded later on by Ezio.
My embarrassment met no endings.
"How shameful of you!"
Ezio stood there trying to regain his cold.
"Do you have, really, any idea of how many problems am I right now because of you?"
he frowned, outraged, he yelled at me, but never insulted me, and altough I cried, at the end, he patted my head and went his way again.
"Nevermind, you did good, as expected of a great prince", said he.
Neverthless I knew the thruth, the news would get out and then all Dezierya would talk about this matter, and then swear in the name of Hera that they didn't know the figure of their prince was so disgraceful.
They wished the princess to come back... all the time.
Little they knew she could never be back.
But I also wished she came back... if only I wasn't the only child next to the throne...
Everyone was right, I wasn't suited to be the next king, but what else could I have done. Being smart wasn't my strenght. Neither was being strong.
And she was almost perfect. Almost as if she was Hera herself, she was beautiful, intelligent, strong, competent, and the best leader a nation could have had.
What was I?
I was only a joke.