![]() His father isn’t there to scold him for laughing or smiling so widely, his drafted up law for tax reforms have been adjusted to what he knows to be fairer and he has friends. And for once, he’s made genuine friends! Everything seems well and good. The ensuing adventure after that had helped his self-esteem some. It’s the least he and the sins of his family deserved.Īnd when the Pretenders Guild walked though those doors, he hired them, both tired from going through guild after guild, and because they seemed…friendly. Honestly, it was no surprise that he ends up mugged by the very people he had hired. Because his father never cared about anything but appearances and if he’s going to care about something, then the kingdom it shall be. In all, he’s prepared to do his best and try and bring a change. In his bag is a revision of the taxes that he had drafted. His father assumed he was merely getting himself prepared for the financial part of the kingdom and let him be.īy the time he was twenty, he had privately drafted a letter to go and visit the kingdom. It started with text on the finances, banks and tax reforms. He knew this when he overheard a few Cubi servants whispering to themselves about the taxes.Īnd so, he began a long investigation. As he’s sure his dear father had intended.ĭespite everything his father had done to him though… He can’t bear to hate him so, only dislike him.īesides, as he grew older his father backed off on his scathing remarks. In fact, he stopped trying to get anyone’s affection. Nothing seemed to satisfy father.īy the time he was fifteen, he stopped hoping for any sort of affection from his father. It’s not enough, everything he did wouldn’t be enough to be a king. The worst part was that every word his father said was true. The servants were watching as his father ripped what little pride he had to shreds. ![]() The thunder had only emphasized the disappointment his father felt, features illuminated by lightning. It was raining when his father had scolded him for that and every booming and cutting word had cut into him. It was shameful enough that he got only one question correctly, he didn’t need the added scolding his father gave! And it was done so publicly too… His father had scolded him for a bad score on a quiz. He learned better than to cry in front of father after that.īy thirteen, the expectations of the throne have him curling in his bed and wishing he was someone else. “Braums, your actions are not kingly! How can I expect you to lead when you haven’t even caught up yet?” When father let him out, he cried only for his father to glare and say to him: ![]() By the end of those weeks, he memorized everything his father had known by his age as well as learned that crying wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Learn it or else you won’t leave this room.” He was five when his father locked him in the room with a pile of books and a statement that would have been cruel to anyone but the king. For as long as Braums could remember, his father would always scold him.Īs a child it was for not knowing something fast enough, be it science, or history, to family names.
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