𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐸𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇

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Benjamin


                     I am the crown prince of this kingdom and I didn't choose to be that, my father did. The moment he named me the first born heir and the crown prince. I am only twenty six years old and I barely got to have a real childhood where I could enjoy playing outside with other kids. My younger brothers had their childhoods but not a lot. We are royals and the princes. 

               My brother, Alexander is standing next to me as I am sitting on my chair with the other lords and our father. We are in the meeting room with the most powerful houses in the world. 

           'Crown prince, is it not time for you to find a bride?' One of the lords asks me and I let out a sigh. Alexander lets a chuckle out as he couldn't help it and I don't blame him. This is annoying. I don't need a bride. What I want is for my father to become a better parent and not be an asshole. My brother agrees with me, even little Lorenzo does. He has his own castle. I live here at the main castle because my father apparently needs me to be here with him. I, as the oldest, want to please him but whatever i do for him to make him proud of me is not enough for him to be happy and pleased. Alexander and Adrian live here too. Though, Adrian always goes to hang out with our younger brother at his castle.

            'No, it is not. I am still young.' I say, taking a sip of my wine and looking away for a moment but father joins in the conversation. 

            'No, you must find a bride so she and you can become the next rulers.' He truly disgusts me and now, he wants to be a father to me.

            'I will not.' 

There it is, a reaction from him and he stands up from his chair, puts his both hands on the table and with his right hand, he slams it on the table. There is a moment of silence at the table and every lords is silent. Father glares at me as I do the same. Two can play the game, he taught me that. I am simply following his rules and his instruction. 

            'You will, it is an order from your king.' And there he is, the real him. 

The hateful king and an arsehole of a father he is. Sadly, I am his son and everyone in this kingdom thinks I am just like him but I am not. He is a monster. He treated our mother so badly and he expects us to live like it is okay. It is not. Our mother died an unknown death and nobody knows what happened. Lorenzo was a few years old but he doesn't remember much of our mother. I practically raised him when our father looked down on him. 

              'Fine, I'll find a bride soon.' I say and then everyone at the table smiles and claps. I hate this. My brother placed his hand on my right shoulder and he looked at me. He knows what I am going through and his presence is making me not lose my mind. 

              'Good.' That's all our father says.

              'Where is Adrian?' Duke Marcelo asks suddenly and changes the subject. He is Darren's father and one of the most powerful men in this kingdom. 

              'He left to go to Lorenzo's castle and will be staying over there for a few days, Lord Marcelo.' Alexander answered him. I always can rely on Alexander, he is always there for me and I am too for him. He is the second oldest brother and second heir to the throne. He is my right hand man and my advisor. If anything goes wrong and something happens to me, he will be crowned crown prince. Our father made that very clear. 

              'And Darren is there too, correct?' He asks again. Darren is his one and only son and soon to be the next Duke Marcelo after his father retires. 

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