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It's normal for a Royal family to have many children.
It's normal for the youngest of them to both matter the most, and not at all.
Incubated within the embers and ashes of war, Odin Mikhail ras Petrakis was brought into the world as the final child of King Aristdis rei Petrakis.
Born shortly after the King's death, the young Prince never knew his father.
Born the last in line of the Crown branch of the family, he had been told for the entirety of his life that his existence was to serve his brother as King.
It wasn't expected that he would ever rule; With the difference in age between himself and his Brother, as well as the two Sisters ahead of him, it was obvious that any claim to the throne would go to Alexander or Alice's children before it ever went to Odin.
But -
This is a time where Esshar was wracked with war, with strife, with death and with loss. It was completely possible that he could one day take the throne - That one day, everything in regards to this Kingdom could be in his hands.
Keeping him locked away for the most of his life was, effectively, a failsafe. Kept inside the castle walls, the young Prince had a flurry of overprotective guards who were tasked with keeping every drop of Blessed blood inside of his body.
While his older brother was groomed since his birth to rule, Odin was to serve. Loyalty and devotion to his Future King was drilled into him until the thoughts of Alexander's life taking all priority over his own were natural. At the same time that he was ready to die for his brother at any time, the thoughts that he must live in the case that the Petrakis Dynasty needs his body were sewn into his skin with gilded thread.
If a Prince is kept stupid, naive, in love and subservient — He's kept as a fool-proof failsafe in the case that his King falls.
ꜰᴀɪʟꜱᴀꜰᴇ ✧ odin ras petrakis
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![]() An excerpt from the journal of Prince Odin ras Petrakis,
Spring 1738
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05-09-2020, 10:17 AM
Quote: ![]() From the moment that he was born, his life was decided for him.
A Royal has no say on what comes for them -- Born into a position that has already been decided hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Even if it were that his head would never wear the Crown, he was still destined to bare the weight of it for his entire life. Everyone had words for him, prompted or not - Everyone met him already with an opinion formed. Of course, how could they not? He was a scion of the Petrakis - weak and young and stupid and naive, someone who could be used to carry every thought that the world had towards them without it being a burden on the King. Everything he did, at first, was a mistake. He felt too much- he never thought. He never used that God-Given Blessing of time within his blood to look into the future, to see how his actions would play out. Everything that he did, he did with his Kingdom in mind - he was their Failsafe, after all. Never to bare the crown, but there in case he was needed. He was a Prince, and there was never a doubt in his mind how a Prince should act. His life didn't belong to him, after all. It never did - it never would. Every action that he made, without thought, was for what was his guideless idea of prosperity for Osrona. Quote: His brother was everything. His King was everything. Everything to him, everything that he was not. His strength, his power, his command - The shadow that he cast hung over him at all times. With every action he made, oh- how he yearned to be praised for it by his King. He wanted to be given worth, just for a moment. To be told that he was worthy of his Blessed place among History and among the Stars. But- time and time again, he failed him. With every action he made, he watched the trail of the comet that was his King shoot further and further away - a shooting star that was too high, too bright, too distant. One that he wished on every time that he closed his eyes- so wished that his name would one day be said in pride, rather than in scorn, no matter how many foolish, stupid, naive mistakes that he made. He was greedy for the love of his brother - warmth that the man could rarely show, as the flames of the kiln that had forged his steel will had long, long since gone out. Perhaps- He was looking for love in the wrong places. Quote: Quote: Quote: Somehow, at some point - this mistake of a Prince was loved. Despite it all - despite his continual mistakes, despite his constant errors - he had, somehow, captured hearts. He spoke in words that reached even some who had made themselves unreachable- He glanced behind himself to lament his own shadow, finding a line of those that had chosen to follow him. Perhaps, he truly was everything that his Brother was not. While his Brother was strong, brilliant, and smart - He discarded love long ago. Each move was calculated, thought over - played over again and again until it was perfection, until his every action was one that would not bring more loss into their harrowing world. That was not Odin. Every move of his was pushed by the determination of love - For Osrona. For his Dynasty. For Alexander. For Sethon. For Kofe. For Aradia. For Alice. For Marie. For Esbern. For Astrid. For Anastasia. For Robin. For- From the moment that they had kissed, his death was decided for him. The first person to ever truly believe in him, accepting the offer to follow and protect him aimlessly without another thought. The first person to ever truly love him, murmuring secret words against his unconscious lips. But, as his life had been decided for him, it was going against his very existence to follow them. It was acting for his own sake- his own wants and desires that he did, that he pushed them back and took them in that secluded corner of that ship as the Kingdom that he had been born to serve burned to the ground. They, too, were someone that had all their decisions made for them - too held back by similar weakness and pain and hatred for themselves to make their own. Did you know? He'd asked them, once. They say... the moon doesn't give off it's own light. It shines because the sun does. ...You're like the moon. For his light and his warmth, they followed him until the day that they died. For their knowledge and beauty, he followed them until the day that he did. It wasn't supposed to be this way, he thinks- sharpness pressing into his throat, ripping open old scars from old mistakes. He'd had a plan - he'd had something fit for a Prince. He was on the way to avenge them, or- at least, to try. He was going to say something cool, like You die for this. Either because I kill you, or you kill me and Nysea comes for you. And, yet- a Royal has no say in what comes for them, even if it's a sudden demise at the hands of someone with a burning hatred for nothing but his blood. Quote: Yeah, Eden. Be right there. ![]() |
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