Trapped In Hisstory

My life continued as it always had, the servants no longer treated me badly because they were afraid of me, because I was no longer the weak child as I was before. But that does not mean that they have changed and started serving me.

I was used to it, it became normal, knowing that they will never like me. But them not approaching me was much better than how they treated me in the past.

My mother...the first person I had ever loved, was now declared by the royal physician to have lost her mind. She was ordered to stay in the royal glass house to recuperate, but I see it as nothing more than being locked up.

Many years have passed and it is now the year of 1889. I am now nineteen and the Crown Prince was twenty-one. Ever since then, we never approached each other and would only glance at each other for a short moment before turning away to leave.

I was used to it, well it is only natural that I should since it has been many years since he abandoned me. I could tell that it had something to do with what Father told him in the throne hall. I know that Father is to blame but even so, that does not change the fact that Charles left me, not even once considering how I would feel. He just listened to whatever my father said and turned away like it was nothing.

Even after many years, that thought still angered me.

I let out a sigh. The book I am holding might light up in flames after staring at it so hard. I cannot even understand what was written on it as I was distracted by thinking about the past.

From the corner of my eyes, I caught sight of a figure and immediately turned to look. Someone was behind the racks and in between the books, he was looking at me. When I finally saw who it was clearly, I was surprised to see the one I was just thinking of a few moments earlier.

What the hell is he doing here?

I ignored him and turned my head away, returning my gaze to the book that I was reading. It has been a few seconds but I could still feel his presence. What the heck is he up to? Normally he would already leave as soon as he met my gaze.

He walked to the spot near me and it was obvious that he was pretending to choose books, while secretly taking a glimpse. I secretly glanced at him and he was wearing a curious look. He looked so confused, what is there to be confused about?

The Crown Prince remained in that spot and was still checking out books and I could not hold back anymore, "Are you gonna stand there forever? Seriously." I said and closed the book I was holding because of him annoying me.

He held back his gasp, as if he was shocked that I talked to him that way. What a weird and annoying reaction. He did not answer my question and just stared at me with the same look, then he furrowed his brow. 

I let out a snort, one that he would hear clearly so he could know that I am not liking his presence near me. He must be so shocked that someone like 'me' is talking to him. "Right, I forgot that I do not have the right to talk to you, 'Your Highness'." I said, emphasizing the honorific with an obvious hint of sarcasm.

My tone must have triggered the Crown Prince's nerves because he turned to me with a serious look, "Gosh, are you really this rude? Hey, you, pretty man, what are you doing here hiding instead of reading at the table?"

I looked at him, dumbfounded by his words. P-pretty man? What kind of term is that to use for me? I stared at him and gave no answer, he was being weird.

"Look here, I ordered my knight and the librarian to get out. While you were just here, not giving a damn?" He said and it made me more annoyed, but I could not even speak because he never gave me a chance and continued running his loud mouth.

"Since you caught my attention with your beautiful womanly traits, I will let you off just this once. Tell me your name." he said.

What?

I knew he was acting weird but what the hell is he even saying? I let off his remark of womanly traits but why is he asking my name? "Tell me, Crown Prince. Did the stress from the responsibilities and duties of your role make you insane?" I said, looking at him with furrowed brows.

"I am asking you to tell your name, not to assume that I am a mental escapee." Chance responded and I let out a sigh.

"Did you hit your head and lose your memories? I do not even understand why you are talking to me after disregarding me for years."I stated with an annoyed tone and glared at the Crown Prince with a look that will make him feel that I find it unpleasant talking to him.

"Just say who you are and we will finish this conversation." The Crown Prince repeated. It confused me why he was looking at me at first, then approached me. Something he would never do. I had an idea of why he was doing this, knowing that the way he treats me has changed.

"I know what you are trying to do." I said with a smirk and rolled my eyes. "You just want me to say it so I will be reminded to know my place inside the palace." I continued, not bothering to hide my disdain. "Fine, I will tell you. I am not ashamed of it and will never be." 

"I am the insignificant son of King Cadell and the Royal Concubine, Melanie. The prince who people deem as 'unimportant'. The one who follows in the shadows of my siblings." I stated with bitterness and emphasis on every word.

"I am your brother," I said and looked at Chance sharply as if he was piercing through his eyeballs. "Clayton Howard."