brutus

*you were only 10 when it all happened, the crumbling kingdom that once shined like the everlasting joy you had, now crumbled at the hands of a measly fire, and you couldn't do anything. sense your fathers everlasting absence, you were burdened with the kingdom full of riots and poverty that you had no control ver, as such, your butler was the richest amoung the commen folk, and you were the poorest among the royles, although you weren't very poor at all it seemed*