"I can say for sure that no one had ever saw it coming. Not I, nor father, nor mother, but perhaps the very man responsible for the suffering in my life. It is he to blame, not I, but the perfect son for the transgressions that have played out. Yet, as always it is I the second son that is blamed for the transgressions of the eldest, the favorite son. It was not I who initiated the countless acts; I had merely tried to put a stop to them. Perhaps my way was not in the right but I do not regret what has transpired as a result. I am the victim here not the arrogant golden child you have named your king."
He narrowed his green eyes as he stared accusingly at the elder man whom he was to call his king, his lord, his father. He blamed him just as much as he blamed his brother for he had known and did nothing to stop it. He had allowed it to continue and for that he was meant to pay. The chains around his neck and wrists rattled as he turned to his offender. He remained chainless, standing beside his father with little care to the eyes of all but he could see it. The fact he was forced to kneel in chains before the royal family had brought that look to his eyes that he had long ago learned to dread.
"I will not accept punishment for crimes I have not committed when you, Father, you hold your head so high when it was you who knew of these acts, you who had seen firsthand what was happening, you who stood by and did nothing…"
The king rose from his throne, asserting his dominance over the smaller male. "I have come to find the truth. I have come to hear you out, I who…" his thunderous voice was halted.
Chains rattled as he stood, shocking the guards around him who were quick to pull at the restraints and keep him from the king. "YOU DID NOTHING!" he shouted, green eyes once sharp and calculating were now broken and pathetic. "You saw it happen firsthand, you saw what was transpiring and gave me hope for it to end. You gave me hope that I would be freed from my bonds…" he took a step back. "Mother had known, she had known and confronted you…" his eyes grew dark and he looked up to him. "When she confronted you with the knowledge you marred her skin! You harmed your beloved for the sake of the bastard you claim as the next king!"
"ENOUGH!" the king howled as he stormed down the stairs of the throne to rest before the offending man. "I will not have you sully my name nor that of your brother's!" he stared at the man with his one eye, bearing into him. "Nothing done was against the laws of Asguard. If any were a bastard it is you, the child so small who was left to die! A pathetic child that no one cared for!"
Green eyes narrowed dangerously. "Tell me father, if no one cared for me why is mother not present at my trial? If I am so pathetic, why am I bound with chains? TELL ME!" he spit at the others feet. The look in the king's eye reminded him of his offender. He smiled wryly. "So easy to anger…like father like son." He received aback hand, his head reeling to the side. He chuckled softly, humorlessly. "Now that's familiar." He said without looking. A second back hand to the other cheek, snapping his head to the other side. Blood dripped from the corner of his lip. "Well, he never did like when I refused him on his off days, though most nights he liked the challenge, like a true Asguardian."
His hair was yanked and he came face to face with the king. "You will never be king. You are a stain upon my throne, useless and dark, marring the perfection." He threw the other down, hard and turned to walk to the throne. He looked to his eldest, his pride and joy. That was when he heard the chuckling.
"There is no perfection not in anyone, especially a king."
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