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The Kingscholar name had been passed down to three people.
Falena Kingscholar, the eldest of the three. The current king of the Afterglow Savanna who is widely regarded as the “best Kingscholar” for his caring demeanor balanced with his approachable character.
Leona Kingscholar, the second oldest. The so-called inferior son that stemmed from his lazy attitude as well as his horrifying power to bring about a drought with the touch of a finger.
(Name) Kingscholar, the youngest of the three. The… what were they? They weren’t anything special, were they? They didn’t have leadership qualities like Falena or even an ounce of power like Leona. So what were they to the Kingscholar name?
If there was anyone you hated the most in the kingdom, it would have to be the elders and those who worked directly under them, which, unfortunately for you, were the majority of the people who took care of you.
The servants that were assigned to wake you up and help you dress for the day would linger outside your quarters, murmuring to each other just on the other side of your door.
“Prince(ss) (Name) seems to be lacking in their magical studies,” you could hear from the other side.
“They are falling behind in their general etiquette classes, as well,” they continued. You couldn’t tell if they were on purpose or not…
They can’t be bothered to do this in their own time? You often thought to yourself, silencing your grumbles and whines. They had to do this in front of your room where you could hear it all? Why didn’t they bother trying to cover it up?
Meeting with the elders didn’t help, either.
Your elders were the ones who ran your classes, ranging from royal etiquette to magic. They always had something to say and, unlike the servants, they didn’t bother talking about you in the next room over.
“No, no, no! You do it like this!” They would scold you, slapping your back if you slouched even the slightest bit. “Carry your head high like King Falena! You don’t want to be a disgrace to the Kingscholar name, do you?”
“At least Prince Leona is well-versed in magic. Even our laziest prince could perform better than you,” another scoffed as your magic fizzled out into nothing but sparks.
There was not a moment where you were blessed with not hearing these words. It was a constant that replaced your brothers’ lacking presence in your life.
Falena was always off doing his job as the king, tending to the many issues that would land on his desk from the citizens of the savannah.
Leona had isolated himself from you early on and after being admitted to Night Raven College, you saw even less of him.
You missed them greatly, mainly because they were the only ones you remembered not hearing these words from. They never let you down in that aspect and you were grateful for that. Your earliest memories of them were when you were small, when Falena was still just the heir to the throne and the three of you were somewhat attached to the hip.
Sure, it wasn’t a completely perfect relationship, but it was enough. Until Falena and Leona got older. They got older and you stayed the same (at least according to everyone around you, that is).
You didn’t grow in status like Falena did.
You didn’t grow in magic expertise like Leona did.
You didn’t change. At all. And they loved to make you aware of that fact.