"Hello, Thomas." My brother says coolly. His dark hair cropped at his feet, showing he is of the highest status, having the longest hair. But pfff... It's hard not to laugh. His magic crackles around him, bright white blue flashes like lightning, and I manage to keep a straight face.
Acting time! As I'm not supposed to know we're related, and since I've been isolated, the most appropriate response would be... "Who are you?" "Oh my. Are those your knees shaking? Don't be nervous, brother."
Still just an act. "Brother?" I ask, as if shocked. "Yes, I am your older brother. Today is the day you will be shown around the castle, so I thought we might have a feast with all my friends first." Translation: let's have you embarrassed when you don't know court manners and then abandon you with no money outside.
Well then. Time to be... a TROLL! lol I'll prank him so hard.
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How To Become A King
FantasyA child, only fourteen, dies. Reborn into another world as the prince of a monarchy, what will he do with the absolute power he was reborn with? Lose it, obviously.
