The heir of Kyre
I was born as the first son of the Lord of Kyre.
My life had been typical for the most part of my childhood.
My mother died while giving birth, so I didn't have any memory of her.
My step-mother, though, was kind to me. She took care that I had everything I needed, and she loved my father with sincerity and her whole heart.
I was almost ten when I was told I would have a sibling.
«I hope it will be a brother,» I said to the Archduchess. «So that I can play swords with him.»
I was so displeased when it turned out to be a sister that I didn't even visit the baby if not forced by my parents. While she grew up, though, she turned pretty like a little doll.
The more I stepped away from her, the more she followed me everywhere. It was bothersome, especially since I had to take care she didn't hurt herself. I was responsible for her, so any injury on my little sister would have been my fault.