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Zam was the loved prince.
The well-known one.
The crown prince, ruling the kingdom perfectly after the death of the three brothers’ father. Charismatic, popular, loving, energetic. He was often spotted talking to civilians, was extremely friendly and welcomed absolutely everyone.
No one disliked him even a little bit.
Wemmbu was feared.
Second-in-line for the throne and known for chaos, he had a small, private millitia of his own. His skill with a mace with incredible, and he abused explosives with pride.
However, it wasn’t his people who feared him. It was anyone trying to invade who got scared.
He, like his older brother, is extremely kind to citizens and loves his people. They knew him for his clumsiness and incompetent silliness instead.
Flame and Mane were respected.
Both were highly valued commanders of the military and known as prideful, respectful fighters. They weren’t part of the royal family, but treated like it. They were taken in by Zam’s father after he found them almost dead just outside the town and were professionally trained in PvP after the previous (now retired) commander saw them sparring.
Now, the three royal brothers and both twins are best friends, if not a small “family.”
Then there was Ash.
He wasn’t really noticed amoung all his important family.
He was known, of course, just overshined by everyone. He didn’t hate it and personally supported all of them; it was just a little disheartening being the one just- kinda pushed to the side.
He was intelligent, helped Zam make plans and charts, and helped Flame and Mane come up with battle strategy sometimes. Which they did point out and notice, but he was still a bit ignored compared to them.
He was used to it.
He didn’t admit that it was a little opressing, or that his blood would start boiling when he got shoved to the side for the fifth time in a week. He would just read or train or take a walk.
So when one day, a pretty commoner noticed him at one of Zam’s speeches, he took the chance with all he got.