Gustav-19 / Damian-16 / William-14 / Emmerich-14

William hated most of his brothers.

The young prince crashed against some boxes, his eyes never leaving Damian's smirk "Didn't you say that you were going to kick my ass? I'm waiting, Bastard"

William knew that he could never win a fight against Damian, but he was too proud to bow his head before his brother "Fuck you Damian, I could kick your ass if you were alone-" the bastard-prince turned to Emmerich "-and you... You are a coward Emmerich, you only dare to fight me if Damian is around you-" William was interrupted by Emmerich's fist

The prince slammed against the floor

"Fat words William, Is that the only thing you can do?... talk?-" William struggled to get back on his feet, his eyes fiercely locked on Emmerich "-You could never be strong enough William, after all, you are nothing but the son of a servant"

He managed to land a punch against Emmerich's face, but before he could punch him again he was knocked down by a kick from Damian.

William huffed loudly, gritting his teeth tightly, holding off tears of impotence, he looked at his two brothers, their smirks wouldn't leave their faces. He knew he was going to get beaten up.

"William, I've been searching for you!-" the three princes recognised the voice immediately, it was Gustav. The older prince walked up to them "-You guys are fighting?"

"Yeah, a little friendly spar, William was trying to keep up" lied Damian

Gustav sighed "Save your energy to fight during training, I won't see you fighting again in the castle ever again, am I understood?" his voice was soft but commanding. Damian and Emmerich gave a disdainful glare at William

The youngest was the first to flee his older brother, but Damian waited until Gustav was close enough to mutter a grieving "You're saved this time, bastard" he then started to walk to the door

Gustav was now standing at William's side "Damian, wait" called the eldest

Damian frost in his place "What is it?"

Gustav took a moment to speak a again, he looked at William who had finally returned to his feet, and then he looked back at Damian "If I ever hear you calling William that way again, I won't let it slip" Damian said nothing, he only stared back at his eldest brother's eye and disappeared in the corner.

Gustav turned to William, the young prince looked away "I don't need your help"

The eldest didn't reply

"Don't give me that look, I was perfectly fine without your help"

"You didn't seem to be, from my perspective" muttered the second heir to the crown

"Well. I still didn't need your help" insisted the youngest, Gustav sighed-

"Okay then, but try not to get into more fights"

William knew that Gustav's heart was in the right place, Gustav always had good intentions, but William never felt comfortable accepting his brother's help, he never felt good when his eldest brothers treated him like if he was their brother. He was not. He was a bastard.

Most of is brothers knew that.

William hated most of his brothers.