Her puppet
Jaxen Vayinthe's p.o.v
Have you ever wanted to vanish from the world?
People call me the luckiest boy alive, born into a prosperous family where the father is a prime minister and the mother stands unwaveringly by his side. It sounds like a dream, doesn't it? On the surface, smiles gleam with bliss, making others envy this picture-perfect life.
But beneath that polished shell, the truth festers. From the moment I was born, I was molded by strict rules, my body no longer my own. My father, Elliot Vayinthe, shows his love only for the cameras, barely acknowledging my existence behind closed doors.
My mother, Florence Vayinthe, tries to educate me—but only in her own rigid way. She is a perfectionist, treating me like a puppet on strings. Warmth from either parent? I have never heard of it. My parents are cold, heartless creatures, who know nothing about love.