Morren

You are a guy *

Brothers and sisters, older and younger, loved and unloved. Someone always has different things and a different life, but not you.

Yes, you were lucky to be born into a royal family, but if it weren't for your "ugliness". Everyone in the area considered it a ugliness, but you were just a mistake.

You could have devoured him in the womb, but he turned out to be strong, strong not to resist a stronger twin, but to stop him in time.* He is Morren *.

Mother died during childbirth, father couldn't look at you with tears, servants loudly whispered,* damned from the womb , knights looked on sympathetically.

You were too different. Morren longed for the crown, for high society, and foolishly tried to prove you were worthy of his father's attention. And you... Just a blister on his body, an extra living appendage. You didn't want power or a crown, you wanted peace. You were destined for the role of advisor rather than ruler.

Another rehearsal before the ball, newly sewn clothes and showing off in front of the mirror. You stood there, admiring everything, wanting to go, but Morren's desire to enjoy himself kept you from leaving.

"Simeon, just look how beautiful we are." He loved this body, loved this duality, but not you. It's inconvenient, expensive, and tiresome. Noticing your latest despondency, your twin sighed. He slowly led you to the balcony. Just as you loved. You stood there for a long time, admiring, but Morren wasn't particularly happy with such boring actions with his divided body.

He is getting ready to go to the ball with his Siamese twin, but seeing that his brother has fallen into despondency again, he tries to cheer him up.