Five years have passed in our story now and our newborn has grown to, would you believe, five. He wears blue eye contacts everywhere now, as well as a blond wig. He himself knew why, his parents had explained to him that he wasn't... normal... So whenever he had to see people, which was most of the time, he wore his disguise. He was also given a name. Gilbert.

Now by this time the queen had gotten herself pregnant again. And our story resumes just after she'd given birth. Deja vu anyone?

The door creaked open ever so slightly as a young boy peaked into the room.

"Gilbert." Addressed his mother, recognising his curious blue eyes. Blue that wasn't really his. The small prince pushed his way into the room, followed by his father, and the two went to the queen. In her arms was the couples latest child and Gilbert's new baby brother. The king placed his hands on the queen's shoulders in a loving manner while Gilbert clambered onto the bed to get a closer look at the new baby. His eyes skimmed over the bundle in his mothers arms many times but the blankets hid the child far too well for him to get a proper look.

"Is he cursed like me?" Gilbert asked. His parents gasped in shock.

"Gilbert! How many times do we have to tell you, you are not cursed!" His mother scolded.

Gilbert lowered his head and apologised quietly. Sensing their son's distress, both the king and queen softened their glares.

"Look," the king said, placing a hand on the prince's shoulder. "You're not cursed, or a monster or a demon, just different."

"That's not a bad thing," the queen added. "You just need to keep it hidden so they don't think so."

Gilbert nodded, just as he did every time his parents gave him this speech. He never truly believed it though. To him, their words meant little compared with that of his eyes. He'd seen everyone in the palace and not one of them looked like him in any way. Plus, although he'd never seen the outside world, he'd been told that the people there didn't look like him either. But what made him realise most of all that he was a monster, was when he'd first seen himself. He never had a mirror in his room and as such had no idea what he looked like. He always wondered what could be so strange that his parents made him wear a disguise wherever he went. One day his curiosity killed him so much he couldn't stand not knowing any longer. So he snuck into his parents bedroom and took a peak in his mother's mirror. What he saw terrified him. The red of his eyes reminded him of blood and his hair looked like blistering cold snow. He reeled back in shock, hitting the wall behind him. The image he now saw in the mirror was a horrified young boy, but all he could think of was how much he looked like a demon from a storybook or something. The door to the room suddenly opened and his parents walked in. They both stopped still when they saw their son cowering on the floor, staring at the mirror. It took them only a second to realise what happened and they both felt a deep sense disappointment. Mainly towards themselves for not keeping this from him a bit longer. Until he was old enough to understand. But they had failed, now the damage had been done, and Gilbert thought he was a monster. He was worried the same fate would befall his new brother. So seeing for the first time was quite a surprise. He looked just like their father, straight, shiny blond hair, and light baby blue eyes. He really looked like Gilbert when he was wearing his disguise, only this was no costume.

"He looks like you." Gilbert said, looking up at his father.

"Yes," The king smiled. "Finally." He murmured thinking no one had heard. When in actual fact Gilbert's keen ears had picked it up, at the same time his heart sunk. He wasn't a fool, he'd always suspected his father had wished he was normal. This new child was the picture of perfection in his parents eyes and he knew that. However, he'd already resolved not to hate his new brother. When his mother had first told him about the baby he'd been immediately jealous and resentful. He didn't want a new child to take the attention away from him, he'd even had a full on tantrum he was so upset. He'd been sent to his room to cool off and reflect on his actions. Once the cooling off was done with he did start to think about things. He wondered why he was really upset about this, what attention would this new child really take, it wasn't like he spent hours on hours with his parents. He spent most of his days studying with his tutors or when he managed to snag a few hours of freedom he liked to go down to watch the palace nights train. To him there was no better sound than the clash of swords and victorious laughter of the winner. His parents tended to always be too busy running their kingdom to spend time with him. However he knew this was only half true, sure they were busy but he could also see that they would avoid him anyway. They were embarrassed to have a demon for a son. Just thinking about this brought tears to his eyes and he flung himself onto his bed and sobbed into his pillow. Was it so much to ask just to be loved? What had he done wrong? He never asked to he born this way? That made him think about the new baby. Would it be a monster to? He thought about it for a good while and eventually concluded that he'd love his new sibling no matter what, the way he'd always wished someone would love him.

So when he looked into the blue eyes of his new brother he felt nothing but love and caring. He kept it well masked of course, he'd learnt it was better to keep his emotions hidden.

"His name's Ludwig." The queen said, placing him in Gilbert's arms.

"Hallo Ludwig." Gilbert whispered. "My name's Gilbert."

The youngest prince looked straight at Gilbert as he spoke and gave a pleased giggle when he introduced himself.

The king and queen smiled at their sons, perhaps, just perhaps they could finally start acting like a family.