Shatter: A Jonah Clemence x MC Romance (Ikemen Revolution)

12: The Heir

(Flashback, Jonah's P.O.V)

Being born as the heir to the Clemence family lineage was, what most described in Cradle, 'a dream come true'.

Immediately your life was the epitome of wealth. Anything and everything you could ever want was at your fingertips; be it luxury goods, expensive and rare foods, a home that could only be described as an infinite number of rooms within an infinitely spacious castle, gatherings and parties that only the most elite of guests could attend - yet you were the honoured attendee, everytime.

Any request you wished, you could get. Money was no object, but it was no problem either. The balance of the estate felt unlimited, so as long as I deserved what I asked for, I got it.

Yet, in the same vein, some things that I never wanted the responsibility for were bestowed upon me. Just as I could have anything I wished, I was also given that which I didn't ask for.

Royal responsibilities that included years of daily lessons - language, reading and writing, politics and history, strategy and wartime practices, military advancement, governing, mathematics and probabilities, music, physical training, economics, trade and goods...

This was only a handful of the classes I attended as a child, and what ultimately made up the breadth of my childhood knowledge.

It was an unwritten rule that I had to excel in everything, and when I didn't, a personal tutor for each struggling subject was provided. I was forced to complete more homework, and attend more hours of said class, until the knowledge was memorized. Until I wasn't able to retain any lower than an A in each subject.

I didn't like it, but I got used to it. As Jonah Clemence, the first born son that would take on the duties of the affluent Clemence family -

It was just something I had to do.

But with the territory, came more than just endless hours of learning.

Secrets, and the protection of the knowledge that was granted only to me, was one, if not the highest priority.

Before Luka, I was planned to be the only heir, and as such, only my life and my teachings mattered. When my father brought me into the war strategy meetings and sat me down to watch and listen while his military discussed movements should a war break out -

I was expected to listen, learn, and never tell a single soul, what it was I saw.

The same rule was expected in all manners.

Financial planning meetings with the Blackwells and the Kingsleys.

Construction and housing committee gatherings, which ofcourse featured the Godspeeds and their construction tycoon.

Even political meetings that honoured none other than the Magic Tower, where Amon's precursor worked hand in hand with my parents to keep peace, as well as Crystals, flowing into the country. The Black and Red Army Kings attended as well, to ensure all parties were held responsible for their hand in keeping calm in Cradle.

I was just the heir. The son that attended it all, and would one day take over.
That was my duty. And thats how it always was.

So ofcourse, when I was taken into the courtyard and told that the old shed on our property was not actually a shed at all -

I was expected to take that secret to my grave as well.

The boy, with black and white halved hair, intense blue eyes, and gloved hands that was brought by a disciple out from that small, abandoned shack -