The greatest upset in your short life has happened. Your older brother, chosen to be the crown prince, has perished. Shortly thereafter, your father, the king/emperor, began neglecting his duty due to grief. You have now been hastily removed from your bureaucratic education, the traditional upbringing for the second son. One long and bumpy carriage ride later, you arrived at the capital where you spent the earlier days of your childhood. Sent away at age 7, there was a lot that you missed while carousing with the diplomats you thought yourself destined to join. A bit of lingering resentment fills you as you think this was all to be your brother's as you argued with foreign diplomats over petty exchanges.

As of now, you are the crown prince.