Long live the king

Chapter 1

- Checkmate, Col said as he took the white king. 

His younger brother looked at him, seemingly disappointed. The match had been over in no time at all. Col's younger brother burst into tears, he punched his palms in the old oak table and yelled to the older prince that he was evil. Col watched his brother, unable to react, he was the same as the rest of the family, same blond hair which fell into his forest green eyes, a pointy chin, just like their father, cheeks that had a bright pink colour, just like their mother and a temperament which reminded Col of his sister. His brother was born to be a prince, not maybe the best of all time but definitely born to be it. The door creaked when someone opened it, the sound of fast feet running over the blank stone floor echoed in the room, Col rose and left in the blink of an eye. He didn't want another lecture from his mother about being near his brother, he was tired of it. Yet his heart felt heavy as he closed the massive door behind him, knowing his mother never could love him the way she loved Aber. Col's footsteps echoed through the long corridor, some servants glanced at him with terrified eyes, he smiled, trying his hardest not to scare them but they turned away as if he was the worst plague. The bitter feeling of rejection grew even bigger in Col's heart, no one had ever cared about the oldest prince, the one with night black hair and purple eyes that could freeze fire, the one who had lost his rightful legacy. Like a tornado Col stormed out of the castle, he wasn't supposed to leave it without guards and he knew the punishment for it, but today he didn't care. With a green cloak wrapped around himself and his face hidden in the shadows of the hood, he headed to the market.