The youngest prince had little to call his own. And what he did have, he held so closely that none could pry away from him.
But he did not treasure these few things, instead, they only served to remind him of what he did not hold, and what his brother had.
Around dark corners and shadowed nooks he met with those who meant little benefit for the eldest.
And in such darkness he first saw a sister who despised the youngest.
There are few plots that are seen as what they are at first. There are few who are willing to see the worst in others that is also their true nature.
Inutaishou smiled when he saw his youngest get on so well with his soon-to-be sister.
And the forgotten blue eyes watched on.