Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

VI

Callen will be attending a royal ball today.

Alver had to applaud Ron's sense of style because he was so serious about his clothes.

"You should not dress shabbily."

So the brothers remained silent and let the old man do his job properly.

Ron worked hard alongside Tasha, who squealed when she saw both of them in matching outfits.

Alver was dressed in white with a light blue shirt, and Callen was dressed in white with a red shirt.

The designs were distinct from those of high-end seamstresses and boutiques.

"You work hard, Ron!" Callen exclaimed happily, patting the old man on the head.

"Yes. Good to know that my Little Lord Seventh enjoys it as well," the old man said as he lifted Callen into his arms.

Callen's manservant and nanny will be there because the latter is still in need of guidance.

They rode in the carriage to the royal palace.

Alver was shining more than usual. He looked like the candle lighting in the grand hall.

"Callen."

"Hm?"

"Address people appropriately, alright..."

"Okay."

Alver patted his back and said, "Come to Hyunnie if someone bothered you. And enjoy the ball all you like."

"Okay!"

He looked at the chamberlain and had their names announced. They didn't hold hands like they usually do as they enter the hall.

His Highness First Prince, Alver Crossman! His Highness Seventh Prince, Callen Crossman!"

Everyone in attendance looked at the couple who came walking side by side with all the dignity and royalty they exude. Alver Crossman matched his brother's strides, while the younger black-haired toddler walked beside him as if he were on equal footing as the first prince.

The onlookers saw Alver look at the child and pat his back as he led him to the seat by the side with the other princes and princesses. Before his manservant assists him in his seat on the high chair, the child gives a small smile.

Rumors of the Black-Haired Prince had already become a legend. Black hair as dark as night and reddish-brown eyes are reminiscent of a fallen noble family. Everyone was gossiping, but the child maintained his regal demeanor while his older brother took his seat just below the emperor.

Callen observed the people gossiping. He didn't seem to mind. His black beauty, Hyunnie, is a thousand times cooler than these noble bastards with nice faces. When several snacks came into view, Callen nibbled on everything he could get his hands on.

It was then that he heard a loud sneer from the side.

He notices the third prince and the rest of his siblings looking down at him.

A group of children aged nine to thirteen is ganging up on a five-year-old.

Callen chooses to ignore them until he notices Cale Henituse approaching him.

"Ah! Orabeoni!" he exclaimed, completely ignoring his royal siblings. His brothers all came to a halt as they looked at Cale Henituse, who glared back.

Cale Henituse's temper is one that no noble or royal child can ignore. His trashy demeanor developed at a young age, and he is known for being blunt.

Callen enjoys causing havoc among his half-siblings. If he isn't yet capable, surround him with people who are. With a smile, Callen stood up and greeted the redhead, "Mommy!"