"Father?" Xander asked. He has crept into the throne room without anyone's knowledge.
"The eldest princess is my daughter!"
"Well I have the second eldest son!" The women fighting made Xander flinch. He hated seeing the mothers of his siblings fighting only for power and not for the love of their children.
"Quiet!" Boomed Garon. "What do you want, boy?" He asked.
"Corrin's birthday is coming up and I would like for Camilla and I to spend the day with her and have a celebration of sorts for her."
"No."
"No?" Xander repeated.
"You heard me, no."
"Father, she's my sister."
"She is a street rat. She is garbage from the Hoshidan palace. You will not throw her a party or give her anything."
"I will do as I please." Xander glared, fire consuming his eyes. "I am the prince of this castle and I can do as I please. If I wish to strike you dead here and now and take the throne for myself I damn well can!" The little boy yelled, trying to imitate his sister's outbursts.
"Come here." Garon fought his anger. Xander took a few steps closer to his father. "Closer." Xander was on,y a foot away from his father. Suddenly Xander felt come thing slide into his skin. "You will not defy me." Garon hissed. He had a concealed dagger in the sleeve of his shirt. Xander allowed his blood to drip down his face, onto his shirt.
"I will. I am the prince and if I wish to see my sister, I will." He glared, unfazed by the blood dripping on the floor.
"You are a fool. A strong fool. Your courage and pride will be the death of you." Garon spat. He reached for his sword, the royal blade Siegfried. Xander was certain his father would use that blade to remove is head from his body, but he stood strong. "You feel you are brave enough to be a Nohrian Prince, so you will learn to wield the word passed from King to prince for generations." Garon threw the sword at his son's feet. A drop of blood fell on the seethe of the sword and it seemed to glow with life. Xander picked up the sword, it felt heavy in his small arms.
"Camilla and I will visit Corrin on her birthday." Xander glared at his father.
"Are you asking to telling, boy?" Garon glared.
"Telling." Xander said before walking out of the throne room and allowing his father to continue using the women for his own games.
"H-hello Prince Xander. What happened to your face?" One of the twin maids asked. She was out of place, she should be up in the tower with Corrin.
"I have won a battle with Father. You care for my sister, Princess Corrin, correct?"
"Yes, Prince Xander." The pink haired girl answered.
"Good. Have a cook make a small cake, just enough for six children, for the first of January. Make it and flavor Corrin wants and have it brought to her room upon Princess Camilla and my arrival." Xander said formally.
"Y-yes sir." The girl said before running off. Xander walked to his room strongly and closed the door quietly behind him. He looked at the sword still clutched to his chest.
"If wielding this thing makes me like my father, than I shall have it melted down upon his death." Xander mumbled. He grabbed a cloth and wiped away the blood from his face. It was just a scratch and was almost done bleeding. He picked up the sword and took it out of its seethe. He enjoyed the wait it felt in his hand. He took the sword and went to the roof of one of the towers, a tower that was next to Corrin's room. He swung the sword fiercely, like he was trying to communicate to air his troubles. He was unaware of the little girl who was sitting by the window watching him, listening to the sword tell Xander's story of the love he had for his sister and the new sister that he would make sure had a birthday.