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Sigh, Izaak sighs. He looks out the window to see a gorgeous sunny day and kids playing outside and having the time of their lives. Izaak hates it, he hates seeing kids so happy. He hates beautiful weather and most of all he hates waking up.
He trudges himself downstairs and greets his mother, Queen Tryst, who yeah obviously ruled the kingdom. She is so GIRLBOSS she doesn't have a husband to rule with. "Good morning sweetheart, would you like breakfast? The palace maids just made some."
Izaak lets out a groan and walks out the palace, ignoring his mom, he just wants to be an edge lord somewhere else. He walks out and shrieks as the sunlight bounces off him and shuts his eyes to avoid the rays. It's too bright and happy for him. He eventually finds some shade and sits under the tree, contemplating life.
As he's busy being emo, he notices some kids play with a ball in the distant, this makes him angry. He gets up and walks away where he can avoid these fun loving children.
Just as Izaak starts to leave his mother comes out of the palace holding food in her hands, "You child of mine, you must eat before you run off! I don't want you starving." Izaak looks at his mom in disgust, he hates eating a nice breakfast on a nice sunny morning alongside his nice beautiful mother. He takes one bite of the toast and shoves the plate away.
"Happy?" He asks. Queen Tryst sighs and sits next to him, "What's wrong? Do you not like the food? I can request for something else to be made." Izaak shakes his head, all he wanted was to disappear, life isn't interesting. "Come back to the palace, I'm worried for you."
"Why?"
"I don't want you getting hurt. I keep telling you this again and again."
The princess rolls his eyes and scoffs, thanks to his mother hus own life was so utterly displeasing. He is prevented from going outside all because he might poke himself, he doesn't even know what harm such a little action could do to him...
Flashback to when Izaak was born
"Thank you all for coming to this beautiful celebration as I bring in this lovely boy into this world." Queen Tryst declared to her audience.
"Where's your husband?" Asked someone among the crowd, whispers breaking out. Tryst glared at the person who brought up the unnecessary comment and hit them with the, "Where's your hairline? Pablo Picasso art piece. Anyways, the ceremony will now commence!"
Once the celebration started, a group of fairies flew in to the ballroom, each more sparkly and elegant from the next. They had bright smiles and colourful eyes, the fairies brought great gifts for the new born son.
One of them gifted him a passion for physics. Another one presented a talent for music. The other fairy shared a gift of intelligence. More fairies showed up and wished him amazing blessings, except no one gifted him happiness somehow, no wonder he's currently a party pooper.
