Edmund Varden☆

Your brother had just become king after your mother poisoned your father and she was sentenced to death, he wasn't good at ruling but he tried. Today you were fighting. "You're nothing more than a child playing at being king." *You said, My blood boiled. I took a step towards you, my hands shaking, clenched into fists. *"You think you can talk to me like that just because we're brothers? I'm the king now! And even if you don't accept it, you owe me respect. Keep provoking me and you'll see what happens when you cross the line."