The Unwanted Prince

Ch. 7 - Adrian

The bed was cozy.

That's pretty much all I can describe of a room.

I usually don't bother keeping track of decoration or whatever. It's not like interior design is important anyway, it always changes every week or so.

People are complicated that way. They always change their mind so much over little things. One moment they like pink, then the next they despise it because their enemy decided to wear a pretty pink dress.

Humans are spiteful.

I guess that's how we managed to live so long. Just out of spite.

It's basically night meaning I should be getting ready for bed... Only it's hard for me to sleep.

My brother said I'm an insomniac. I used to always sleep like a brick when I was younger but I guess ever since I started my whole "save princesses" shtick I've developed insomnia. It's fucking horrible, but I guess it's better this way.

If I were to go sleep, maybe I'll get nightmares. Is that how it works? I don't know, I wouldn't know because I can't fucking sleep.

I'm staring up at the blank ceiling, still wearing the clothes I arrived in. Except I took of my shoes. I have standards, no way am I wearing shoes in bed.

I had let my hair loose, so it was splayed out on the plush pillow.

Everyone in the castle had given me looks of pity after realizing I'm taking the quest. The quest that's called "The Quest of Death" because I'm bound to die at some point. Still better than losing my place among the royals.

I know how much I sound like a selfish asshole saying I'd rather die than give up my royal title. But some people don't understand... Of course, I want to stay in a life of luxury and bliss. It's mostly the church.

Once I get sent off to the church like every other second-born son in a royal family, I'll be erased. Gone from existence. My name will be ignored and forgotten in my family tree.

Just another unwanted prince thrown away.

It's always been that way for me anyway. My parents never wanted me in the first place, they made it clear when I was just a child. I was called an "accident"... a mistake.

My parents loved my brother more than anything. Stephan would take the throne, which he eventually did. He'd lead our people to prosperity. He'd have a beautiful wife and a wonderful kid that will follow in his footsteps.

Meanwhile, there was me. A child my parents didn't even bother to look at.

It wasn't fucking fair.

I became a selfish prick because I never got the chance to be a selfish child.

In my hands, was the gold pocket watch. I raised it above to stare at the lion carved on it. This was the only symbol of royal I have. The only thing filled with love I had ever gotten from my family.

My grandfather gave me this pocket watch.

God, I miss him.

I set my hand down, looking over to my side and spotting my sword leaning against the wall. A long lean sword, simple in appearance but still strong and durable. Nothing like the extravagant royal swords.

That sword was also a gift from my grandfather. He gave it to me a year after I got Rat. It used to be his sword when he was a young boy, so it felt special.

Just thinking about my grandfather... it makes me calm. He always knew how to make me calm down from a tantrum. He was king before my father, but he was a good king.