I was born a Silver prince, to King Tiberius and Queen Elara. My mother was the king's second wife. His first wife had birthed my brother, Tiberius the Third, also known as Cal. All my life I was overshadowed by him. In training, in court, in lessons, you name it, he was better at it.
Then, Mother came to me. She came to me with a plan to overthrow my father, who never loved me, and Cal, who was next in line. I wanted Cal dead because although he loved me, his true loyalties lay with the throne and I knew he would become just like our father. I accepted of course.
Years later, Mare came. Once I knew she was affiliated with the Scarlet Guard, it was surprisingly easy to embed me within their ranks. When the morning of the battle came, I saw the hesitation in my brother's face as Mare pleaded with him to help them. I knew he was loyal to the throne, though, and that showed when he didn't give in.
Now, as I stand over my father's dead body, I reflect on all this. Was this the right choice? Mare is crawling over to me, but I am too deep in thought to notice.
What is she doing? All I feel is pain. Is this what it's like to die? I think so. In a moment of pure agony, I see stars, the a blinding white light, then nothing. My time on this world is over.
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