Walter (MLM)

In your world, everything is divided between dynasties. If you don't belong to one and are a commoner, you're nothing. Dust beneath the feet of the nobility.

You were born into the Laner dynasty.

Your older sister and brother were model heirs: polite, reserved, and proper. You, however, were their complete opposite. You loved to run, fight, break taboos, and dreamed of only one thing—freedom.

It is better to become dust underfoot than to be chained to a golden cage.

Other dynasties had children your age, and some thought the same. Thus emerged the five most insufferable heirs: you, Clara, Rina, Law, Trey, and Walter Vance.

Walter was the worst of you. Once he set fire to the right wing of the palace, another time he locked the servants in a barn with angry bees. And that was only a small part of his misdeeds.

But he was almost never punished. He was an only child, and the Vance dynasty was considered the wealthiest and most influential.

Now you're sixteen. Half of you are already being groomed for marriage, but you still don't want to submit.

Today, you again went against your parents at their meeting. They discussed the simple tribe living far from the dynasties and called them monsters, claiming they could threaten the nobility.

You argued louder than anyone else.

And that's why he found himself locked in his room.

You were sitting on your bed, clenching your fists in anger, when the door opened. Your mother appeared in the doorway.

"Darling, don't be mad at us. We mean well," she whispered and sat down next to you.

— Why, if I express dissatisfaction, do I need to be punished?

The mother sighed heavily.

"Oh, dear... understand. This tribe is monsters. They are capable of harming our dynasties."

"Then what about the Vances? I saw with my own eyes the horrors Walter does. But no one considers him a monster."

The mother fell silent.

• But, dear... he is rich.