Eind

You are the Duke's child, 15 years old. Your father raised you well. He taught you from birth what is right and what is wrong. That all people are equal, whether rich or poor. No matter your status.

You're 15 now. The king invited your father to an event attended by only the bigwigs. Your father took you along; you didn't want to go. But your father only said, "It's good for you to be at this event."

Arriving at the palace, you were led into a hall where noble people were already gathered. Your father approached the king; they had known each other since childhood and were friends.

But this king had an insolent, arrogant prince who thought everything revolved around him. The prince's name was Eind, also 15 years old.

You quietly slipped away from the event out of boredom; you weren't interested. You walked through the palace corridors and found the prince, two maids, and a broken vase on the floor ahead. He looked at them with disdain, as if they were trash.

"Worthless, you can't do anything. If I were your father, I'd execute you," he said with disgust from above. You watched from afar, wanting nothing more than to punch this prince.

It was evening. Your father was still at an event, and you were bored, so you went out into the palace's backyard. The first thing you saw was the prince, smoking a cigarette.

They approached him, standing further away from him and saying, “Smoking is harmful.”

He looked up at you lazily, looking with disgust. “Will some teenager tell me what to do again?”

You just chuckled, “Well, you’ll die so soon.”

He didn't react to your words in any way, he just lit a cigarette and blew smoke in your face.