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Taien stood on the balcony over-[div class=Header]In-Character
looking the carriages, slowly beginning to arrive, filled with dukes and duchesses, earls and barons, anyone who had some kind of wealth to their name. The sun had just begun to set, marking the beginning of the celebration of his brother's crowning as Crown Prince, next in line to inherit their father's throne. Crown Prince Taiyan. First heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Veowyth. Taien gritted his teeth. [div class=dialogue]"It should be mine,"[/div] he muttered under his breath. Realistically, however, it could never be his.
The royal family of the Tsais consisted of four sons, one youngest daughter, and the, of course, the king and queen. Taien drew the short stick, being the youngest of the four sons, the fourth in line for the throne, that is until his brothers bore heirs. And then he would never have a chance at the throne, doomed to fade into obscurity, only a prince and never a king. Nothing made his blood boil more. His brothers were foolish cowards, none of them having the will to be king, none of them quite as cunning, quite as resourceful as he was. His father was a fool. How could he entrust the kingdom to the likes of a bumbling, brawny, buffoon like Taiyan? If he didn't spend so much time worrying about his physique, Taiyan might have had room in his tiny brain to actually think. What a concept!
He scoffed; his father valued birth order over competence. There would be no way for him to reach the throne. At least without malicious means... Taien shook his head, clearing his thoughts. To execute that would actually require help, and Taien wasn't sure if he had any allies in the court. It wasn't that he was that insufferable...he erm preferred to keep to himself and read, study, think. Not the most social of people.
Taien suddenly turned on his heel, walking back into the castle. It was about the time for the announcing of the guests. He smirked. It was quite fun watching the nobles kiss his father'sโnow brother'sโass for an entire night, doing whatever it took to be in the good graces of the royal family. To pass the time, Taein usually engaged in a game of guessing a noble's intentions with his sister, Suwei, the only one in his family he could actually stand other than his mother. It was certainly an amusing game. In the past, Taein often mimicked what he thought would be that particular noble's voice under his breath, sending his sister into a fit of giggles where his mother would pinch his arm to get him to stop. Of course, as the stubborn brat he was, Taein would always continue. He smiled softly to himself before approaching the rest of his family and steeling his face.
Guests began to enter, family by family, one of the doormen announcing names and titles as they entered. "Duchess Adelaide von Holzknecht of Custica and her son Augustus von Holzkencht!" boomed the doorman's voice as a well-fed, too well-fed robust woman entered the doors with her equally rotund son. As Taien recalled she came from an exceedingly wealthy agricultural county, responsible for a large portion of the kingdom's food stock. Hmph, made sense. He quickly found his spot between his sister and elder brother, third son, Taiguo.
"You're late," hissed his brother, elbowing Taien in the ribs. He quickly responded with a glare, stepping on his brother's foot. Taiguo yelped quickly being shushed by their mother. Taein smirked to himself, returning his gaze on the incoming visitors. The doorman's voice droned on and on as Taien grew tired of watching noble after noble enter through the doors. [div class=thought]'How many more people will I have to sit through before I finally get a break,'[/div]
Suddenly, Taien's gaze was drawn seeing a boy his age enter the room, something so interesting about the way he carried himself caught his eye. Perhaps it was because he wasn't as played up as all the other nobles that had come through. He was quite naturally attractive without having to exaggerate like the other clowns. Taein scoffed to himself. What foolish thoughts. The doorman finally introduced the boy and his father, disrupting his thoughts. "Earl Andrew Cooper of Parishen and his son Blake Cooper!" boomed his voice. As the boy, now identified as Blake, walked past the threshold of the castle, Taein caught his eye, sensing something in them that sent shivers down his back. There in them, a look of ambition, something that he understood all too well. He shook his head, willing himself to ignore these thoughts.
The last nobles finally filtered in and Taein was free to go off and socialize as he liked. Which frankly meant to find his favorite chair in one of the many hallways in Castle Taviel and wait until it was time to crown his brother. He grumbled under his breath, suddenly in a bad mood once again and found his hiding spot, promptly sitting down with a soft thump, finding himself lost in his thoughts once again.
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